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- Monday, April 22, 2019 at 11:00 PM
- 🌧 18 °C
- Altitude: 180 m
United StatesMillennium Park41°52’58” N 87°37’24” W
Day 1 - Back in the USA

Oh Great - Apparently we can order drinks from the comfort of our aircraft seat by swiping a credit card into the bottom of the tv screen in front of you. Suddenly Jackie has turned from computer technophobe to tech savvy in an instant. 2 small bottles of red wine just $14 - bargain.
The windows on the Norwegian Air Dreamliner are 65% bigger than conventional aircraft windows, which afforded us great views of the icy tundra of Quebec, Canada, then Lake Michigan & Chicago below.
After 8 hours our Flight DI1715 landed at O’Hare International Airport, Chicago at 1820 hours Central Time Zone. The captain announced that the outside temperature was a positively balmy 26 degrees. Looks like we will be carrying our puffa jackets!
Immigration & Customs was painless, then we took a shuttle bus from Terminal 3 to Terminal 2 to catch a CTA Train into Chicago city centre.
My extensive research told us that we need a CTA 3 Day Ventra Ticket that would would give us unlimited Train & Bus use around Chicago. These tickets could be bought from vending machines at the airport for $20 each.
Having located said vending machine, we tapped in our requirements, then attempted to pay. Every payment card, credit card & debit card was rejected. Brilliant, we would have to pay cash then. Jackie dug deep into her rucksack to retrieve her purse, then pulled out a wad of US dollars that she had obviously been practicing origami with. They were creased & folded in all directions.
Jackie tried to stuff the crumpled dollars into the machine, but funnily enough it kept rejecting them. I hurriedly tried to straighten them out as the machine repeatedly kept asking us if we wanted to abort the transaction as we were taking too long. After about 20 attempts, we eventually got 4 $10 dollar bills to be accepted & the vending machine spat out out tickets.
More stressed that we should have been, we boarded the CTA Train on the Blue Line to Chicago city centre. After 19 stops & 1 change, we alighted at ‘Chicago’ the nearest stop to our hotel.
We carried our rucksacks, well Jackie dragged hers, the short distance to our hotel, the Warwick Allerton Chicago. Nice ‘Executive King Room’, we dumped our luggage, then headed out for some much needed refreshment.
We headed alone the Magnificent Mile & very quickly came across the Labriola Ristorante & Café which appeared to suit our requirements. We sat at the bar (when in Rome) & consumed a couple of pints of a local beer - Half Acre Pony Pilsner. The problem with sitting at the bar is people can sit next to you & some old boy did just that. He tried to engage me in conversation, but I wasn’t really in the mood for it.
Chicago is well known for it’s Deep Dish Pizzas. Neither of us likes thick pizzas, but luckily for us Labriola claims to be the best in Chicago! So, (when in Rome) we ordered a 12” Danny’s Special Deep Dish Pizza, which contained Russo Sausage, mushrooms, green peppers & onions, as well as a large vat of mozzarella cheese.
We managed about a quarter of it between us, then the very pleasant barmaid boxed up the rest for us to take home. We tried to find a homeless person, but couldn’t, so we chucked it in a bin.
By 2300 hours we were back at the hotel, where we crashed out.
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- Day 2
- Tuesday, April 23, 2019
- ☁️ 9 °C
- Altitude: 204 m
United StatesMagnificent Mile41°53’43” N 87°37’26” W
Day 2 - Skyscrapers & The Blues

Woke up at 3.30am - not surprised. By 4.10am still wide awake in America, so decided to start my blog. Slow start it took me close on an hour to complete, when total disaster struck. I hadn’t saved it & somehow managed to hit a wrong button & lost the lot. After a lot of F**ks, I calmed down & started again. Lesson learnt, save it as you go. Have I not heard this before somewhere?
At a sensible time of morning, I looked out of the window of our 9th floor ‘Executive King Room’ to see that it looked grey & damp outside & the tops of the skyscrapers were in the clouds. I also espies 2 idiots dangling off the side of one skyscraper, presumably cleaning the windows.
At 8.30am we set out for a day of sightseeing and an early breakfast in a local cafe. We were both in our blue Rab puffa jackets, jeans, walking boots & matching rucksacks. Very Harold & Hilda!
Chicago is famed for it’s skyscrapers, architecture & sculptures. I had a loose itinerary for us to follow, so that we could see the most iconic buildings & statues. First on my list was the Wrigley Building which right on our doorstep - or so I thought.
We hunted high & low, but couldn’t find it. Great start! (We later found it next to Trump Towers). Next was the Holy Name Cathedral, which had a stunning interior. Whilst Jackie said a prayer, I snapped off a couple of photos, but felt slightly uneasy about doing so, so I tried to do it discreetly when the staff weren’t looking.
Next on the itinerary was supposed to be a stroll along the famous Navy Pier. We got to the Lake Michigan shore road, but the Navy Pier in the distance didn’t look too open, so I postponed our visit to it. Instead, we ran the gauntlet of crossing numerous multi-carriageway roads to get to Millennium Park.
En-route we crossed the Chicago River and saw Trump Towers & the elusive Wrigley Building. We then made our way to Maggie Daley Park, a kids paradise of skating tracks & climbing walls. My idea of hell, so we crossed the impressive BP Bridge into Millennium Park. We passed the Jay Pritzker Pavilion, which is a state of the art outdoor concert venue. In the summer they apparently have free concerts & the acoustics are superb.
Next was Cloud Gate, a public sculpture created by Sir Anish Kapoor. Cloud Gate is better known as ‘The Bean’. It is a polished chrome blob that reflects the Chicago skyline. We attempted to take the obligatory selfie & after numerous attempts we managed to produce one that wasn’t too horrendous. It appears either my arms are too short or my face is too fat or both! We then uploaded it to instagram (thanks Beth) - Get us!
By now it was 11.00am & we were now starving. We stopped at the first Café we found called Panera Bread. I ordered a breakfast wrap only to be told that breakfast was good over. Working on the theory that American portions are massive, we both ordered just a half a flatbread sandwich & coffee . Unfortunately it was as described - Half a sandwich. I accidentally used the ladies toilets & got caught by a female staff member as I was coming out. I also managed to trip up on a cleaning sign as we were leaving, which made a hell of a racket. We won’t be going back!
Still hungry, we pressed on southwards down Millennium Park. Next was the Crown Fountain which was blank because we could see it was being cleaned from the inside. The fountain should depict local residents faces. As we made to move on, the fountain burst into life & a girls face appeared without the water, surely only then qualifying it as a fountain.
Next was the Art Institute of Chicago. Apparently one of America’s premier museums and houses the ‘American Gothic’ painting by Grant Wood. The entrance fee is $25 each so we didn’t bother, instead we made do with taking a photo of the 2 lion sculptures at the front.
It was then into Grant Park to admire the following statues, ‘Spirit of Music’, ‘General John Logan Memorial’, ‘The Spearman’ & my favourite, the ‘Agora Statues’.
At the end of the park, we took the train back one stop on The Loop & went in search of the iconic buildings. We stumbled across the Harold Washington Library, the Old Colony Building , the Second Leiter Building & plenty of others too numerous to mention.
We passed Alexander Calder’s Flamingo statue, then located The Rookery I was particularly keen to see. The Rookery is in the heart of the downtown Financial District & is a looker on the outside, but is stunning on the inside, with its ornate staircase & glass ceiling.
We stepped outside a different door to be confronted by the architecturally impressive Chicago Board of Trade Building. CBOT is the first of its kind in the world! After admiring several other Banking related buildings, we moved on to see the Picasso Statue, the Chicago Temple & The Alise, considered to be Chicago’s finest boutique hotel.
Looking out of place amongst the skyscrapers, we came across St. Peter’s Church with a large statue of Jesus on the cross above the door. We went in to discover that a service was taking place. Jackie said a prayer & dabbed her forehead with holy water.
Lunch consisted of 2 pints of beer each in The Berghoff Restaurant’s bar in the Theatre District.
After a well earned rest, we walked to the Chicago Cultural Center - for some culture! The building itself was stunning particularly the stained glass domed ceilings including the world’s largest Tiffany Art glass dome (Is there another one?). We didn’t dwell on the content other than to browse a display on Chicago - The Musical.
Now feeling somewhat rather leg weary, we caught a CTA bus to Navy Pier. It is billed as one of Chicago’ highlights - I beg to differ. It is mainly touristy shops & restaurants & a big wheel. We walked halfway down the Pier until we got bored, then walked back & headed to our hotel.
En-route we stopped at a Café called Buona for a ‘Chicago Hotdog’ (when in Rome) & coffee.
We got to our hotel room around 5.00pm, Jackie went sleep, I didn’t. At 8.00pm, we dragged ourselves back out. We took the Red Line CTA Train back to Downtown Chicago & straight to Buddy Guy’s Legends, a famous Chicago music venue actually owned & occasionally frequented by the man himself.
Tonight’s scheduled show was Jamiah Rogers (His album ‘Blues Superman ‘ is on Spotify) and his band which was due to start at 9.30pm. We paid the $10 entrance fee & got ourselves a nice little table with a good view of the stage. I absolutely loved the ambiance with blues booming out from the speakers. I explored the venue, which had loads of guitars belonging to the greats - Richards, Wood, Clapton, Beck, Sumlin etc etc & other memorabilia. We had waitress service at our table, where we supped beer & wine. I had a pint of Anti-Hero IPA 6.5abv, a pint of Fat Tire 5.2abv & 2 pints of Goose Island Green Line 5.0abv. Jackie had a pint of Blue Moon 5.4abv & 3 Merlots. What really impressed me was the drinks were cheap!!
At 9.30pm sharp, Jamiah and his band took to the stage and belted out some great tunes, both oldies & his own original numbers. They were fantastic and put on a real show. Jamiah got some incredible sounds from his guitar & worked the pace up down, whilst pulling strange faces. A great showman.
At 10:30pm, mid song, an old git in an electric blue shirt & trilby hat shuffled on to the stage with microphone in hand. The audience went wild. It was only the man himself who then started singing. I didn’t know the song myself, he could have been just ad-libbing, but by god he was good. He had the audience eating out of his hand, then 10 minutes later he shuffled off.
It left me wondering whether we were exceptionally lucky to be treated to a rare performance or whether he did this every night. Either way, I felt privileged to have seen him perform.
Poor old Jamiah, then returned to the front of the stage & tried to re-engage with the audience, which he did, with old classics like ‘All Along The Watchtower’ until 11.00pm.
During this time I had noticed that Buddy was stood in reception & people were having photos with him, which were closely monitored by his bodyguards. Before Jamiah’s set had finished, I observed Buddy leave the building flanked by his bodyguards. Jackie nearly crashed straight into him as she returned from the loo, but she didn’t even notice. I was by now kicking myself that I hadn’t got a selfie with the main man.
But luck was on my side, or so I thought, because Buddy returned & sat at the bar. This was to good an opportunity, so I made my way over & asked his bodyguard if I could have a photo. Weirdly he pointed me in the direction of the girl selling the merchandise, who told me I could have a photo but only if I bought a T-shirt or poster first. No chance, not at $25 for the T-shirts. It seemed a real shame that Buddy felt the need to generate extra cash this way.
Never mind, this didn’t spoil what was a fantastic evening. We fought the Train back & we both asleep by midnight.
FITBIT shows that we walked over 29,000 steps equating to 13.5 miles. Not sure how accurate they are, but still an active day.
Note to self: Write less in future.
Song of the Day - Blues Superman by Jamiah Rogers.
Bonus Songs of the Day :-
Bad - Live by U2 (from Wide Awake In America)
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- Day 3
- Wednesday, April 24, 2019 at 11:59 PM
- ⛅ 11 °C
- Altitude: 204 m
United StatesSeneca Park41°53’44” N 87°37’26” W
Day 3 - Chicago Murder Scenes Seen

Woke up around 4:30am starving hungry. I completed our blog in bed then got ready for the day ahead.
By 8.00am, we were back out treading the sidewalks of Chicago. We jumped on a train on the Red Line with all the other commuters, switched to the Blue Line and got off at Clinton.
After a short walk, we arrived at the famous Lou Mitchell’s Restaurant which is generally believed to be the start of Route 66. Lou Mitchell’s Restaurant is a classic American Diner which has featured in numerous movies including Ali, The Weatherman & The Watcher. Presidents Obama, Bush & Carter have also eaten there over years.
Jackie ordered a skillet of eggs & bacon, whilst I had thick French Toast swimming in maple syrup & fluffy butter. Both washed down with unlimited cups of the ‘Worlds Best’ coffee. It was absolutely delicious, obviously helped by the fact that we were starving.
Fully satiated, we paid up & left. Outside I took a couple of photos of the restaurant, which having it’s windows & pavement washed. As I was doing this a big black car had pulled up & I overheard one of the employees say to 2 posh women “We will ready for you in just one minute”. As we walked away Jackie told me that there was definitely a VIP in the back of the car because the women were talking to someone in the back of the car & they had a couple of vehicles on blue lights escorting them. I was tempted to go back, but didn’t want to appear like some sad celebrity stalker.
We walked down to the Willis Tower, formerly known as Sears Tower. Allegedly it is still the tallest building in the Western Hemisphere & was the world’s tallest building when it was built in 1973. Looking up we could see the protruding glass floors that visitors could stand on for just $25 per person. Why?
We made our way along N LaSalle Street until we arrived at the Chicago river. We followed the Riverwalk down Wacker Drive & admired the awe inspiring buildings including the Reid, Murdoch & Co Building, Marina City & The Langham Chicago to name a few. We photo’d the Heald Square Monument & The Gentlemen statue.
We passed Trump Tower, popped into The Wrigley Building, then stopped at Peet’s Coffee & Tea for a coffee & mainly so I could use the loo. After our enforced pit stop, we passed the iconic Tribune Tower, then head north on a train on the Red Line.
We alighted at Fullerton in the Lincoln Park district of Chicago. After a short walk, we found our venue of interest - The Biograph Theatre. It gained it’s notoriety as the place where infamous bank robber, John Dillinger was shot dead by the FBI on 22nd July 1934.
After taking the obligatory photo, I looked at the buildings opposite & was amazed to see that in the diminutive Lincoln Hall, Billy Bragg was advertised as playing there for 3 nights starting on Thursday. Sadly that is the day we leave Chicago, otherwise we would have had to have gone.
Next stop, just down the road was Oz Park, presumably because of the random Wizard of Oz statues randomly erected around the park. The park was generally a bit scruffy, but quite busy.
Next a Parking Lot off N Clark St, just a 10 minute walk from Oz Park. So why were we here Jackie asked, well because it was the scene of the St. Valentines Day Massacre. There was not a lot to see, but it was still worth a visit if interested in historical criminal events.
For those who don’t know, the St. Valentines Day Massacre was the murder of 7 members of the North Side Gang in 1929. They were lined up against a garage wall & shot by assailants wearing police uniform. The perpetrators were never officially identified, but they were believed to be a gang working for Al Capone, as well as Chicago Police Officers exacting revenge for the death of a Police Officer’s son.
Next on our itinerary was Lincoln Park Zoo, which is free entry - thank god....It was generally all a bit sad. We started in the African area, but just a procession of empty enclosures. We only saw 2 giraffes, the rhinos were having an indoors day & no sign whatsoever of the lions.
Next we came across a polar bear swimming in a pool, when I say swimming, it was going round & round in a small circle making the same jittery movements over again. It wasn’t nice to watch. The polar bear was also going bald & there was sign saying it was allergy related, although quite frankly it was more likely to be stressed related.
Next was a solitary meerkat that was stationary & looked scared out of its wits. We went into the bird house, where we saw exotic birds housed in small indoor enclosures. We also saw a red kangaroo lying on its back in such an awkward way, that it wouldn’t surprise me if it was dead. The zebras looked sad, the camels looked scruffy mainly because they were moulting, but one also had a hump that had flopped down it’s side. All very depressing.
The only highlight at the zoo were the gorillas. There were 7 or 8 gorillas that looked healthy & had a nice enclosure to live & play in.
Interesting Fact : The zoo purchased it’s first animal in 1872 - a bear cub for $10.
We didn’t hang around at the zoo & caught a bendy CTA bus back to the city centre. It was now 2.30pm so decided to go & have a rest at the hotel before going out later.
Around 6.00pm, we were back out heading up the Magnificent Mile to The John Hancock Center, the 2nd tallest building in Chicago. As we looked up to the top we could see some minute multi coloured rectangles. These were the TILT booths the tilt out 30 degrees in the 360 Chicago Observation Deck on the 94th floor. This treat cost just $25 per person - No Thank You.
Instead we smugly took the lift, which took literally just a couple of seconds, to the FREE Signature Lounge on the 96th floor. There was a queue for window seats, so we joined ‘anywhere else will do’ line and were immediately shown to a table with a wholly satisfactory view.
The waitress came over with a menu & I was pleasantly surprised to see the prices weren’t extortionate. We ordered a beer each at just over $10 each. I was not so amused when the waitress returned with a small bottle for Jackie & an even smaller can for me.
I had intended for us to stay until sunset at 7.40pm, but after 40 minutes of nursing the same drink (I was too tight to buy another one) we were bored so we left. In any event, I had walked around the Lounge & taken enough photos in every direction. Tip - It is probably best not to have a window seat, because idiots like me are prodding their cameras around your head trying to get the perfect aerial shot of Chicago!
In the lobby on the ground floor of The John Hancock Center, we found a decorative light globe thing worthy of a photo. I got Jackie to pose next to it as I snapped her. It was at this point that an old boy in uniform who clearly worked there came over & asked if we would like a photo of us both. We agreed, but shouldn’t have bothered because my eyes were shut!
The old boy said that he doesn’t normally offer, but he likes the Brits because we were polite. Then out of the blue he asked, “Is Tommy Robinson still in prison?” I replied, “I don’t know, I think so”, to which the old boy declared “I like Tommy Robinson. He should be your next Prime Minister”. We made our excuses & left.
I then marched Jackie all the way back down the Magnificent Mile (now not so Magnificent in Jackie’s eyes) to the Michigan - Wacker Historic District. When we finally got there, Jackie looked on miserably as I tried to take some photos of the buildings now all lit up.
Feeling under pressure to get on with it so we could get something to eat, I snapped away randomly & generally got on Jackie’s nerves. Sadly I shouldn’t have bothered, the photos all turned out to be blurry & rubbish.
Next we hunted out the famous ‘Billy Goat Tavern’. It was down a dark & dingy road under the bright lights of the Magnificent Mile above. We nearly decided to find somewhere else, but so glad we didn’t. It was an old fashioned bar full of memorabilia & bonus, pints of Billy Goat lager were just $4.
The nice bar manager on hearing we were British came over for a chat & gave us a detailed description of the history of the bar. In summary, the original Billy Goat Tavern was opened up in 1937 by a Greek immigrant, William Sianis. It was then situated across from the Chicago stadium. Sianis got the nickname ‘Billy Goat’ when a goat fell off a passing lorry & he kept as a pet.
The Chicago Cubs got to the baseball finals around that time & Sianis bought 2 tickets for him & his goat. Allegedly Sianis was refused entry because of the goat, so he cursed the team that they would never win the finals in his lifetime. They didn’t & have only since recently won it in 2016.
The Billy Goat Tavern is still a family run business & moved to its current location in 1964. The Tavern was frequented by influential newspaper editors & sports journalists, notably from the Chicago Tribune. BGT became famous, when a news person joined Saturday Night Live on NBC & wrote a sketch about the Tavern.
The Tavern also has a grill & we each ordered a Double Cheezborger (That is how they are spelt). After adding our own gherkins & onions, I wolfed mine down - so lovely. I then committed ‘Crime of the Century’ by suggesting we have another. After much negotiation to justify I wasn’t a ‘greedy bastard’, I ordered a single Cheezborger just for me.
After a 2nd pint, it was only 9.00pm, but we were knackered so we paid up, trooped up the MM for a finally time & went to bed.
Fitbit shows we took 24,800 steps today around 11.5 miles.
Song of the Day - Chicago by Frank Sinatra.
Bonus Songs of the Day :-
Waiting for the Great Leap Forwards by Billy Bragg
St Valentines Day Massacre by Mark Foggo’s Skasters
At The Zoo by Simon & Garfunkel
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- Day 4
- Thursday, April 25, 2019 at 4:01 PM
- ⛅ 14 °C
- Altitude: 172 m
United StatesBrush Creek39°41’39” N 89°34’8” W
Day 4 - Heading Out on Route 66

Woke up silly o’clock again. Had the chore of repacking our rucksacks, which for me included forcing 10 pairs of socks into one pair of boots, finding room for about 300 tablets & rolling T-shirts & shirts into skinny sausages.
Next we popped down to reception to enquire about the best means of getting out to Franklin Park, about 18 miles away, to collect our RV from CruiseAmerica. The previous evening a grumpy Jackie & I had a let’s say animated discussion about how to get there today. I was happy to take a combination of trains & buses which would take approximately an hour & a half. Jackie was getting a taxi, which took 30 minutes, whatever the cost.
The very helpful Lindsay in reception said that a taxi would cost between $50 - 60, however an Uber+ would be a lot less. I just needed to download the App & set up an account. I acted the technophobe I am & bless Lindsay assisted me set up our own Uber+ account AND gave us a discount code to get an additional $5 dollars off. Our fare was going to be just $29 - bargain.
Feeling chuffed with our bargain, we headed out to wander aimlessly around the city and find somewhere that took our fancy for breakfast. On our meanderings we came across a one legged Traffic Warden actually booking someone up. This didn’t sight didn’t diminish my hunger and after an hour we had found what we were looking for - a good old fashioned diner full of locals.
A rather portly waitress took our order. For Jackie, 3 fried eggs with sausage patties & I, 3 scrambled eggs with pork sausage, chorizo & bacon. They arrived in 10” skillets complete with hash browns, English muffins, orange juice & unlimited coffee & water. It felt like a Man v Food challenge which I won. Jackie didn’t. It was delicious.
Stuffed, we waddled out to try & tried to walk some of it off. We popped into Macy’s for Jackie to make a purchase in The Body Shop, the admired the Water Tower outside, which had survived the Great Chicago Fire in 1871. Then back to our hotel to checkout.
Dead on time our Uber+ taxi arrived & took us to the CruiseAmerica offices back near the airport. We arrived at 12.40pm, 20 minutes early for our appointment. Quite frankly, the staff needed a rocket up their arses - the paperwork & the walk round the RV took so long. One American couple came over & introduced themselves to us (I’ve forgotten their names), but we are likely to see them again, because we are doing the same route.
Finally, at 2.30pm & now running late, we hit the road. Ambitiously, I was hoping to drive over 200 miles to Springfield & look at some sights on the way.
We headed south from CruiseAmerica for 10 miles, then picked up the old Historic Route 66 road towards Joliet. We passed Dell Rhea’s Chicken Basket at Willowbrook, then headed into Joliet to see Hurrah’s Casino. We didn’t have time to stop in Joliet.
We continued along Route 66 to the famous 30’ Gemini Giant. He is there to entice travellers into the Launching Pad Diner. We stopped for a photo at the foot of Mr Gemini, then felt compelled to get a coffee from the Launching Pad. The Diner was full of memorabilia & the manageress was keen to hear our travel plans.
Next was the Polk-a-Dot Drive In at Braidwood, then on to Dwight where it all went wrong! We should have headed south west following Route 66 & Highway 55, unfortunately we drove Due south on Highway 47. It took us a long time to accept that we were on the wrong road, about 50 miles later.
When we did, we took Highway 165, a road of the odd farmhouse & pretty much nothing else) due west for another 50 miles until we got to Bloomington & rejoined Highway 55. Sadly, as a result of our diversion we missed some sights in Odell & Pontiac.
By now it was getting late so we hammered down Highway 55, stopping for $100 of fuel, then again at a Walmart in the Historic city of Lincoln. At Walmart, we bought some provisions, wine, popcorn, bread, ham etc & a toaster for just $8. We were served by 2 women at the till. The elder woman asked where were we from because we had funny accents. When we told her we were English, the 2nd woman said, “Wow, I’ve never heard an English accent, only in the movies”. Incredible.
It was now gone 8.00pm & dark. I rang Linda, the owner of the Springfield campsite to make sure there was space for us that night. Linda answered & informed me that the campsite was locked, but we could camp in the field next door. Jackie was chuffed when I informed her.
Anyway, we carried on & arrived at the Springfield KOA campsite an hour later. The office was in darkness & we noticed that we could drive straight in to a hookup that was free. This we did, plugged in the electric and sorted ourselves out - unpacking, making beds etc.
After a ham sandwich, some popcorn & a couple of large glasses of wine, we called it a day sometime around midnight.
FITBIT says 10,700 steps - 5 miles.
Song of the Day - On the Road Again by Willie Nelson.Read more
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- Day 5
- Friday, April 26, 2019 at 7:08 PM
- ☀️ 16 °C
- Altitude: 171 m
United StatesLincolns Tomb State Historic Site39°49’25” N 89°39’19” W
Day 5 - It's all about Abe.

At 3.40am I was rudely awoken by a loud thud, followed by Jackie wailing & crying. I jumped out of bed to find Jackie virtually naked with her backside wedged into the deep gap at the bottom of the door steps. I had to use all of my strength & pull her back out.
HOW? Jackie has been sleeping on the bed above the cab. Apparently she got out of bed & attempted to step down on to a chair, missed her footing & somersaulted on to the floor and then down the steps, at the same time smashing her head into the fire extinguisher. What a sorry mess!
We both got back to sleep & woke up at 6.30 & 8.00am respectively. I went out & found Linda, the campsite manager & paid up for our stopover. Linda was lovely & we hadn’t buggered up the night before. I showered on site, but Jackie was too shy & squeezed into the RV shower. By the way, the campsite was lovely in daylight, it was just a shame we got there so late the previous evening AND my ‘Adventure Sandals’ were getting their first airing of the trip.
After a breakfast of cereal & English muffins (no more skillets for a while), we headed out on the road to Springfield, Illinois, the home of Abraham Lincoln. After some good attempts at going down one way streets the wrong way looking for a car park , we finally decided to stop in a parking space on the road. Only 25c for 30 minutes, another bargain. We spent a dollar.
First stop was the imposing Illinois State Capitol with it’s zinc domes that shown brightly in the sun. There we a few statues in the grounds so I took a photo or 2, particularly of Abraham Lincoln smack bang in front of the building. We investigated as to whether were allowed to look inside & discovered we were allowed to pretty much walk round the whole building. It was stunning, all marble walls & floors, a glass dome & loads of statues. The building still houses the legislative & executive branches o the Government of the State of Illinois.
We then passed The Governor’ house & headed to the Abraham Lincoln historic district. We went into the Old State Capitol, slightly inferior to Illinois State Capitol from the outside, but inside it had the feel more of a museum. I took a photo & we left fearing we might have to pay. We took in the Abraham Lincoln statues dotted all around Union Square Park.
We the entered the Abraham Lincoln Presidential Museum, but quickly left when we were directed to where we could buy tickets. We returned to the RV & drove a couple of blocks to Abraham Lincoln’s house. It was in a road of houses now owned by the US National Park Service & it was free. Abraham Lincoln lived In his house between 1844 & 1861. It was interesting, but Jackie wasn’t happy that they had painted the houses.
A final visit in Springfield was to Oak Ridge Cemetery to visit the Tomb of Abraham Lincoln. Oak Ridge Cemetery is pretty big, because we drove in & managed to get lost. After a quite a lengthy cemetery driving tour, we found our way back out & literally abandoned the RV just entrance & walked back in.
The 117 foot obelisk looked magnificent. As I took a photo, a tour guide came over & said “ You won’t ever get a better time to take a photo. clear blue skies, just a couple of school parties & the blossom in full bloom”. He was right. We then went inside to see the brass statue of Lincoln & his tomb.
We were now all Abe’d out & hit the Highway 55 southbound. We pulled off at a tiny place called Farmersville for Jackie to make a coffee & sandwich. We then carried on Highway 55 which runs side by side with Route 66, so we were able to see some of the Route 66 landmarks, including Pink Elephant Antiques.
We pulled off at Collinsville & somehow managed to miss ‘The World’s Largest Catsup Bottle’. This would be the last time we saw Route 66 whilst in the RV!
We now headed westwards to Cahokia Mounds State National Park, which is a UNESCO World Heritage Site.
Cahokia Mounds is the site of a pre-Columbian Native American City & is described as one of the greatest cities of the world. Cahokia was larger than London in 1250 AD. The park’s Visitors centre contained displays depicting life back then & lots of Native Americans selling their wares.
Cahokia now consists of 80 mounds in 3.5 square miles, but in it’s heyday the city was nearly twice as late. We decided to scale the largest mound - Monks Mound (well I did & Jackie felt obliged to follow). The summit provided us with decent views all around including St. Louis & it’s Gateway Arch. The site is sacred for Native Americans & I am really glad we made the effort to visit.
We then hotfooted it up to Granite City to Walmart for more provisions. Amongst other things, we went in for a dish cloth & came out with a pack of 18 & their smallest bottle of tomato sauce - enough to sink a battleship! We also had never seen so many weirdos (l won’t go into details) all in one place, everyone had something wrong with them or were just absolutely filthy or both - we fitted in well!
At Walmart, I rang the local KOA campsite. They were just closing for the night but agreed to stay on for our arrival. We arrived at 6.00pm & hooked up. It was only now that we discovered that as a consequence of Jackie’s fall, her head had smashed a plastic cover on the inside of the door. Brilliant....that’s some of the deposit lost already!
The site was not as scenic as last nights, but it suited our purposes. A nice hot shower & after a nice cold beer at the outside tables, Jackie cooked Arabiata pasta. We were both asleep around 9.00pm.
FITBIT - 16,300 steps / 7.6 miles.
Song of the Day - Route 66 by Chuck Berry.
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- Day 6
- Saturday, April 27, 2019 at 10:56 PM
- ☁️ 11 °C
- Altitude: 180 m
United StatesKirkwood38°34’45” N 90°25’19” W
Day 6 - St. Louis Blues

Didn’t wake up until 6.00am. The plan today was to get an Uber into St Louis, see the sights, get an Uber back out & then head west.
Breakfast, showered, then I went to see went to see the campsite staff, if it was still ok to leave our RV here until we had seen what we needed to see in St Louis. Yes it was, so I fired up the Uber+ App & typed in my requirements. The journey into St. Louis was showing to be $34 - gulp.
Urgent googling revealed that it was cheaper to stay at the Casino Queen RV park, then walk over the Mississippi River on Eads Bridge. We booked the Casino Queen RV park online, then headed out to see a couple of places of interest in the St Louis suburbs. Firstly we crossed the Mississippi alongside the Chain of Rocks Bridge & picked up Route 66.
We followed the scenic river road, then took the ring road around St Louis intending to visit Laumeier Sculpture Park. It all got a bit hectic & at one point we ended up on a Highway with just 3 options to take Highways to either Chicago, Kansas City or Memphis. Using my extensive knowledge, we opted for Memphis & managed to get back on track.
We arrived at Laumeier Sculpture Park just in time for it to absolutely pour down. No time to wait for it to stop, we headed out & squelched around the park. Highlights were the eyeball & for Jackie the big tall deer. 30 minutes later & pretty damp, we got back into the RV & headed off for Ulysses S. Grant National Park.
Ulysses S. Grant was the victorious General who saved the Union. Well we drove round & round in circles, occasionally shouted at each other, and finally found it by accident. Time was now too precious, so we took a photo as we sped past it. No idea what delights we missed.
We managed to get to the Casino Queen RV park without too much trouble. We arrived around 1.00 pm, but couldn’t get through the barrier. Our access code didn’t work, but luckily a fellow RV’er helped us to get in.
Quick sandwich & coffee, then we walked the mile & a half over Eads Bridge spanning the Mississippi to Downtown St. Louis. The sun was back out. We went straight to the Gateway Arch which looked so impressive against the St. Louis skyline.
We queued up for tickets, $14 for the tram ride to the top of the Gateway. The next hour & a half were painful. We moved between several 10 minute queues with an Indian family consisting of 4 adults of varying ages & 2 kids in front. Our guide was hilarious, not on purpose, but he had trouble with his iPad sound, which only seemed to only work when he was talking to a trainee with him. One of the kids was an absolute s**t & permanently screaming.
My absolute nightmare, which only got worse, when he & his mother were allocated the same tram as us. It wasn’t a tram, it was a tiny capsule which required normally sized people to have to bow our heads just to get in.
The tram took 4 minutes to reach the top - 630 ft. We peered out of the window slots, then waited for an age to take the tram back down. Jackie wasn’t impressed with the experience. It was painful, but I would have regretted it if we hadn’t of done it. From the top we could also look down into Busch Stadium, where the St. Louis Cardinals were playing Cincinnati Reds. The Cardinals won 6 - 3.
We went & out over to the Old Court House, popped in & then out, then waited close to 30 minutes for a trolley bus. We passed our time watching hundreds of youngsters all dressed up for their prom night posing for photos in Kiener Plaza Park.
I was planning to go to the City Museum. We bought a $2 hop on hop off ticket but unfortunately the bus that turned up was terminating at the Enterprise Center across town from the City Museum. We got on it anyway & then walked from the Enterprise Center (Home of the St. Louis Blues ice hockey team). There was lots of noise coming from within the Enterprise Center, which turned that their game with Dallas Stars was being shown on a big screen. The Blues lost 4 - 2.
Our lengthy walk took us passed significant buildings of The Stifel Theatre, the Soldiers Memorial Military Museum & St. Louis Library. We finally arrived at the City Museum, which is like a giant art installation made from recycled junk. It is difficult to describe, but for example it has a fighter jet suspended over the entrance & a lorry hanging over the roof 6 storeys up. Unfortunately we could hear, it is also a glorified kids playground. More screaming kids was just too much for us, so we caught a bus back to the Gateway.
We celebrated with the Cardinals fans in Caleco’s Bar & Grill with a couple of the local 4 Hands beer, then marched back across Eads Bridge to the RV.
Jackie cooked a lovely chilli con-carne, whilst I caught up with blog. Again we were asleep by 9.00pm, shattered.
FITBIT - 17,781 steps / 8.25 miles.
Song of the Day - St. Louis Slim by Seasick Steve.
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- Day 8
- Monday, April 29, 2019 at 12:03 AM
- ☁️ 11 °C
- Altitude: 249 m
United StatesLawrence Municipal Airport38°59’53” N 95°13’44” W
Day 7 - A VERY Bad start to a long day.

The plan for today was to get up at 6.00am & be on the road by 7.00 to put serious miles into our trip west. At 5.55am the longest loudest train passed just 50’ from RV, making sure that we did wake up.
I went off for a shower & was pleased to see security driving round the park. Showered, I returned to the RV, only for Jackie to ask me to fill the fresh water tank up. I connected the hose to the tap then realised that the hose wouldn’t reach. Jackie was boiling the kettle on the gas stove, so I reversed the RV back until I suddenly heard the reversing sensors beeping. I braked then pulled forward & got out to fill the water tank.
As I was standing there with hose in hand, a security guard drove up & jumped out. He said, “I saw that”. “What?” “You hit the trailer behind you”. I looked round to see a massive Winnebago trailer & in the side bit that sticks out there was a crease & the corner piece was smashed. Genuinely, I didn’t realise I had hit it. I don’t think the security guard believed me. The next thing I knew was the security guard was on his radio calling up his supervisor, GREAT.
10 minutes later, 3 security vehicles turned up & surrounded us. The supervisor got out & spoke to his guard, then informed me that it was matter for the 2 parties to sort amongst ourselves. The security guard then knocked on the dented trailer. A minute or so later, the unhappy owner having just been woken up, came out in just shorts & a T-shirt. I explained that I had apparently hit his vehicle & I was immensely sorry. His reply “Well, it happens”
Whilst I was writing out my details & insurance, he went to inspect the damage. By now he had pushed out the crease so you could hardly see it & said that he just needed to get the broken bit of plastic replaced. He is going to email me the bill. He turned out to be quite chilled once he had woken up.
We were now running 30 minutes later than intended. We started to head out of St. Louis when we decided to fill up with fuel. We turned off the Highway into a bit of a rough area. We pulled up at the fuel pump & black fellow approached us for money for a coffee. Not being in the mood, Jackie said “No” abruptly. He walked away, but as I went to the shop he told me he had lived in Manchester for 6 months. I went in to the shop & the cashier told the beggar to leave the premises & when he answered back she said that she was going to call the Police. We filled the RV up with $111 of fuel & drove away quickly.
We drove west on Highway 44, then picked up Route 100 which took us to a town called Washington, an old historic town named after George Washington. We then crossed the powerful Missouri River & followed Route 47. We took a small diversion to stop & photograph the grave of folk hero pioneer & explorer Daniel Boone.
We joined Route 94 (The Lewis & Clark Trail) at Marthasville & followed it until we crossed the Missouri River into Hermann (No prizes for guessing it was founded by Germans). Hermann was a very attractive town with lots of good-looking buildings & is apparently the sausage making capital of Missouri.
Back on Route 94 we followed it to Jefferson City for which I has low expectations, no reason for this, other than the name. My expectations were initially met when we first set eyes on the Missouri State Capitol to see that it had been shrink wrapped. It was covered in white plastic for renovations. We stopped opposite it for lunch, then located the other sights of Jefferson City - the now derelict maximum security Missouri State Penitentiary that has notably housed the boxer Sonny Liston & James Ray Earl, who killed Martin Luther King (He later escaped!) & the Lewis and Clark monument.
From Jefferson City, we took US Route 50 (which travels over 3,000 miles from coast to coast & is known as the Loneliest Road) westbound. We passed through the towns of Knob Noster & Lone Jack & just north of Whiteman AFB, which is the home of the B-2 Stealth Bomber.
At Lee’s Summit, we headed north to Independence, the hometown of Harry S Truman. Independence is also known as ‘Queen City of the Trails’ because it was a point of departure for the California, Oregon & Sante Fe Trails
Next stop was Liberty, where there were 2 locations of interest. First we located the Historic Liberty Jail, where Joseph Smith, founder of the Latter Day Saint movement, was jailed during the 1838 Mormon War. Joseph Smith allegedly received revelations during his imprisonment there, which are now recorded in the LDS Doctrine & Covenants.
After taking the obligatory photo of the Historic Liberty Jail sign (underneath of which says ‘The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints), I noticed there was a visitors entrance. I entered with Jackie reluctantly following behind. Inside I was pounded on by a large lady who insisted on shaking our hands, introducing herself as Canon something & thanking us for visiting. I quickly explained were with short on time & only wanted a quick look. We then passed to another church official who led us into the viewing gallery, where there was a cut away reconstruction on the original site. We took a photo, made our excuses & left.
Next was the Clay County Savings Association Bank, which on February 13th 1866, Jesse James & hid gang robbed it of $60,000. This was particularly significant because it was the first daylight bank hold up in the US.
After we stopped at Aldi for a couple more provisions. In the car park, a woman gave us her trolley & said “He’ll, it’s batshit crazy in there”. Undeterred we went in, got our bits then saw a massive queue, so put our bits back & walked out. I gave my trolley to another lady who insisted on me taking her 25 cents - bonus!
We got our stuff from good old Walmart then cruised up & down Grand Boulevard in Kansas City. We had no time to stop, so we pushed on to our campsite, Kansas City West / Lawrence KOA arriving at 7.00pm & having driven over 350 miles today. After more chilli & a couple of drinks we were done.
FITBIT = 9,521 steps / 4.42 miles.
Song of the Day - Bankrobber by The Clash.
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- Day 8
- Monday, April 29, 2019 at 11:51 PM
- ☁️ 10 °C
- Altitude: 517 m
United StatesWilson Czech Opera House and Museum38°49’27” N 98°28’22” W
Day 8 - Two Types of Evil in Kansas

Apparently the thunderstorm was horrendous at 2.30 this morning. Jackie thought the roof of our RV was going to cave in. Leisurely start today, for what is planned to be another long driving day & hopefully get to Dodge City.
First stop was Stull Cemetery, known as the Devil’s Playground & supposedly the Gateway to Hell. Apparently it is the most evil place on earth & has a hidden staircase to the bowels of hell. Allegedly the Pope won’t fly over it.
We were looking forward to it, but in reality it turned out to me a very ordinary looking cemetery, surrounded by a metal fence & several ‘No Trespassers’ signs. Reviews revealed that the local Police & residents of Stull were quick to clampdown on trespassers. No doubt they have lots of ghoul hunters looking for souvenirs. Jackie & I just took a photo & moved on.
Next was the Evel Knievel Museum in Topeka. I had already researched it & knew it was closed on Mondays, but it was still worth a visit for a photo. I felt a connection, 2 Daredevil kindred spirits!
Whilst in Topeka we also visited the Brown v. Board of Education National Historic Site. This was the location that ended segregation in American Public Schools. 13 ‘coloured’ families sued the Board of Education for discrimination because of segregation & won. The building is a museum & kept as it was back then. When you enter you are immediately taken back at the 2 signs hanging from the ceiling, one says ‘WHITE’, the other says ‘COLORED’.
We then got on to Interstate 70 & after putting in another $120 of fuel, we raced westwards for the next 120 miles. To be honest, there wasn’t a lot to look at. Two thirds of Kansas is in The Great Central Plain of the United States. It is mainly agricultural with fields of wheat & corn as far as the eye can see.
As we approached the town of Salina we headed north on Highway 81, then took Highway 18 through to the town of Lincoln. Here we were searching out the Travelling Salesman Monument. We hunted high & low for it in the town without success. So we had lunch & Googled it. The Monument was in the town cemetery, where else would it be? We found the small suitcase grave dedicated to J.S. Jacobs. Unfortunately his epitaph reads, “Here where he stoped last”.
We then carried on Highway 18 to the little town of Lucas, full of eccentric artists. I was looking for 2 places in particular : 1. The Garden of Eden & 2. World’s Largest Things. We pulled up outside side the Garden of Eden, which is the home of strange folk & political art created by the owner Civil War Veteran S. P. Dinsmoor who started it in 1902 at the age of 64. We saw the owner providing a guided tour, so decided to discreetly photo the outside. We found the World’s Largest Things, but it was closed.
Next we headed south to Wilson, where Jackie got out & posed beside the World’s Largest Czech Egg for a photo. We continued south for Cheyenne Bottoms which is a wetland in the Great Central Plains, which is a critical stopping off point for millions of migrating birds. Unfortunately we missed the turning so instead we circumnavigated it. We arrived at Great Bend & rejoined Highway 56 to Pawnee Rock.
Pawnee Rock is considered one of the most important & beautiful landmarks on the Santa Fe Trail. Unfortunately I turned off Highway 56 prematurely, so had to turn round & rejoin the 56. As I turning right, we went down a dip in the road & we then deafened by the sound of smashing crockery.
We pulled over to survey the damage & needless to say both blamed each other. After sorting out the mess, we continued to the Pawnee Rock Memorial in stony silence. I got out for a quick photo & on we went.
At Kinsley, we picked up Highway 50 & followed it into Dodge city & to our Dodge City KOA. At check in we were informed of the available facilities, which included a storm shelter. Oh yes, we are smack bang in the middle of tornado alley. We are also right next to a zoo. Jackie made hotdogs served up on what’s left of the plates we have!
It is worthy of mention, that after Kinsley, we were faced with literally 100 & 100’s of wind turbines. They are a vital source of energy for the region.
It was another long driving day, but we have decided to do it one final time. After which we will be at the foot of the Rockies for some much needed scenery.
FITBIT = 7,259 steps / 3.37 miles.
Song of the Day - Knievel by New Model Army.
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Simon and Jackie AnnalsNot a lot. Don’t think we are going to get all of our deposit back!
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- Day 10
- Wednesday, May 1, 2019 at 1:43 AM
- ☁️ 6 °C
- Altitude: 1,914 m
United StatesEightmile Park38°29’30” N 105°19’47” W
Day 9 - The Lonliest Road.

Woke up to a few grunts & snorts....it was the zoo next door. We had filled up the grey waste tank & were unable to empty it, because I had been too tight the extra. Jackie was forced to shower in the campsite block (she won’t be doing that too often - all her clothes got wet).
After breakfast, we set out for the Boot Hill Museum leaving the RV still hooked up & Jackie ‘s damp clothes drying in the sun. En-route we took photos of various statues around Dodge City, then just after 9.00am we visited the museum.
First we watched an informative 13 minute video that told us all about the history of Dodge City. It was established in 1871 by a cattle rancher & soon cowboys were driving their Texas Longhorn cattle from Texas through. Buffalo hunters moved into the area & the town grew with the arrival of the Santa Fe Railroad. Bars, brothels & gambling dens soon sprang up & became pretty lawless. Some of the prostitutes had brilliant names such as Squirrel Tooth Alice, Big Nose Kate & Big Emma.
Shootings were a daily occurrence & the dead were often buried with their boots still on in the cemetery on the hill, hence it acquired it’s name ‘Boot Hill Cemetery’. The 1st recorded burial at Boot Hill Cemetery was Jack Reynolds in September 1872 who was shot 6 times. The last burial was Alice Chambers on 5th May 1878.
Dodge City soon acquired a reputation as the most wickedest place in America & the true Cowboy Capital of the World. Law enforcement arrived in the form of the infamous Wyatt Earp & Batt Masterson, who were trigger happy but turned the town around.
The Museum is actually situated on the cemetery, of which part of it still remains in tact. There are plaques & wooden epitaphs for some of it’s buried residents. The museum consisted of numerous buildings accurately reproduced from the originals & contained original artefacts from the time. It was fascinating & Jackie has declared it her highlight of the trip so far.
One interesting but sad fact is that in 1870 there were over 30 million buffalo roaming the prairie around Dodge City, but by the turn of the century there was less that 1000. Hunters were rounding them up & slaughtering them in their hundreds each day. One photo should man stood on a pile of buffalo skulls at least 50 ft high. In the gift shop, Jackie treated me to genuine buffalo skin credit card wallet.
Whilst in the Museum the weather had changed dramatically & it was thunder & lightning. We had no choice to run back in the pelting rain, unhook & drive out of the campsite at 10.59am. We had to be out by 11.00!!
Today, the plan was to pelt along Highway 50 (The Loneliest Road) for over 300 miles to Cañon City & some proper scenery. We put a $100 fuel in the RV at Cimarron, then continued through the rather desolate towns of Ingalls, Garden City, Larkin, Syracuse & Coolidge. Every single town in western Kansas has a ‘Prairie Cathedral’, a massive white storage silo for wheat.
At 1.30pm we crossed into Colorado & immediately stopped for lunch a coffee & a sandwich. Then it was on through Holly, Granada, Lamar (where we stopped to take a photo of the Petrified Wood Car Dealership), Hasty, Las Animas & La Junta, where I also planned to stop but in our haste we missed it.
On we went, still on Highway 50, through Swink, Rocky Ford, Manzanola, Fowler & Avondale to Pueblo. On this days drive so far we had really not seen anything of interest, just Prairie Cathedrals & we smelt them before we saw them, lots & lots & lots of cattle ranches with thousands of cattle tightly penned in together & being fattened up ready for slaughter. We was not nice to see, it brought home the realities of Cattle farming & almost wanted to make you turn vegetarian.
At Peublo, we turned off to photo the National Medal of Honor Memorial in the modestly named Heroes Plaza, then we parked up for a stroll along the Historic Arkansas Riverwalk of Pueblo. We wished we had bothered because it was very man made & fake looking, also annoyingly I forgot to wear my Fitbit.
We then spent an age looking for a Walmart to pick up some dinner, chicken & salami pasta. We raced on to Cañon City, refuelled (another $100) then drove up to our KOA campsite at Royal Gorge. This is what we had been looking for - surrounded by The Rockies. We supped a beer as the sun went down over the mountains & made the decision we would stay here a 2nd night.
The remainder of the evening was spent having dinner & watching the first 3 episodes of the brilliant ‘After Life’.
FITBIT = 10,141 steps / 4.72 miles.
Song of the Day - The Loneliest Road (feat. Phil Wiggins) by Blackwater Mojo.Read more
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- Day 10
- Wednesday, May 1, 2019 at 9:51 PM
- ☁️ 7 °C
- Altitude: 1,800 m
United StatesGrand Canyon Hills38°27’43” N 105°19’29” W
Day 10 - A Bridge Too Far (& TOO High)

Freezing start to the morning, but by 9.00am, the sun was out & everything heated up.
After a leisurely morning, we headed out for the Royal Gorge Bridge & Park. We had booked our tickets on line & upon arrival felt pleased with ourselves that we had saved $8 each on general admission. Our smugness was slightly diminished when we informed that the gondolas had been suspended due to high winds. I was secretly pleased.
The Royal Gorge Bridge is 955 feet above the Arkansas River, 1260 feet long, 18 feet wide & made up of 1292 planks. Most incredibly is that it was built in 1929.
As we approached the bridge, my bum went funny & my legs turned to jelly. Jackie strutted around without a care in the world. Eventually I managed to take a couple of photos & even attempted a selfie, which was bloody awful.
We successfully reached the other side & went to the Theatre where we were shown a film about the construction of the bridge. The builders were utter lunatics with not a safety rope or harness in sight. For someone trained at ‘Working at Heights’, I was shocked.
We had a wander round the park, scoffed at the idiots doing some sort of bungee ride, then realised the gondola was now working - oh joy. As we walked up to the gondola station to get a ride back over the gorge, I had to stop for a nervous wee. The gondola arrived at the station & a parks employee cam elite to say that they needed to suspend the gondola operation because the wind had got up again. I was half annoyed, but also half relieved.
As a result we had to walk back over the bridge. We had lunch in the RV & monitored the gondola, but it didn’t start up again. Matters were made worse when I realised that I had forgotten to wear my Fitbit again.
After lunch, we drove down into Cañon City, we drove past the Colorado State Penitentiary, which had a museum, but it didn’t take our fancy (Not enough notorious inmates). I have since read that Cañon City prospers not so much from tourism as from prisons. It has a dozen prisons, including a top security superman prison with 500 of the nations most dangerous including the Oklahoma City bomber Terry Nichols & Al Qaeda ‘Shoe Bomber’ Richard Reid. Amazingly we didn’t see the other eleven.
Instead we drove up & down Main Street. We didn’t feel the need to stop & get out so we drove 8 miles south to Florence an old historic oil town. It was much more attractive than Cañon City & was full of Antiques Shops. We went to the Rocky Mountain Bank & changed a $5 note for 25 cent coins.
On the way back we stopped at Pathfinder Park for a photo of John Charles Fremont, The Great Pathfinder. We arrived back at our KOA campsite just after 3.00pm, realising that we were were in a different time zone, presumably when we crossed into Colorado the previous day. We loaded up the washing machines & dryer with our dirty clothes & 25 cent coins, then just relaxed in the sun in our camping chairs with a couple of beers.
We did have a couple of disasters that evening:-
1. We snapped off the catch on the window beside the cooker whilst trying to let the cooking smells out.
2. Whilst watching the rest of After Life, I ‘clumsily’ knocked my glass of red wine off the table onto the seat & all over my shorts. The red wine didn’t stop there, it dripped down into an electric panel, which set an alarm off and lights to start flashing. Luckily they eventually stopped & we had 18 dishcloths.
FITBIT = 5,507 steps / 2.56 miles
Song of the Day - Vertigo by U2.Read more
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- Day 12
- Friday, May 3, 2019 at 2:11 AM
- 🌙 3 °C
- Altitude: 1,873 m
United StatesDenny Lake37°21’1” N 108°32’52” W
Day 11 - Rimming the Black Canyon

Woke up freezing in the RV. Eventually I forced myself out of bed & put the heating. For the next 15 minutes I was Jackie’s skivvy with her barking her orders at me. I made her a cup of tea, got the breakfast stuff out & took the rubbish out (in socks & adventure sandals). I didn’t moan, because I was feeling guilty that Jackie had cleaned up the wine debacle from the previous evening. After having a shower, I even sorted out the poop pipe on my own.
At 9:45 am, still wearing my adventure sandals without the socks, we set off, back on US-50 through The Rockies. This scenic route followed the Arkansas River on the south side & a railroad on the other. We went through gorgeous high sided canyons, & meadows for approximately 50 miles until we arrived at Salida, a one-time railroad town. We turned off US-50 here & headed about 8 miles north to locate Browns Canyon National Monument. We failed & instead ended up down a private dirt track. Turning round was tricky to say the least.
We returned to US-50 & soon started climbing higher & higher. Soon we were surrounded by snowy mountains & it actually started snowing. We got into a skiing region & chugged over the 11,312 ft Monarch Pass, where the snow was thick. Monarch Pass is the highest point on US-50 & straddles the Continental Divide. In theory, rain falling to the east of the Pass end up in the Atlantic & rain to west in the Pacific.
On the other side we stopped to brew a coffee in a tiny scruffy town called Parlin, then continued on to the crossroads cattle town of Gunnison. The town was much nicer than I had imagined, old fashioned buildings & wide boulevards. We stopped at the local Walmart for a few provisions, Jackie was yearning for a steak for her tea.
At the entrance, we were confronted by the clothes section. I had a quick browse & bought a pair of brown moccasin slippers that took my fancy. Don’t laugh, the slippers are made by Levi Strauss & cost less that $10. Not to be outdone, Jackie insisted on buying a hoodie for $15. We bought some other odds & sods, then realised that the shop didn’t sell any meat or dairy products . They were in the shop next door.
So we unloaded our 1st trolley full in to the RV, then went to City Market & what a supermarket it was. It had everything we spent ages filling up another trolley full, including 2 juicy ribeye steaks (the upsetting cattle ranches haven’t turned as veggie just yet!). At check out, the till lady asked us if we had a store loyalty card to get our discount. We obviously didn’t, but she borrowed one of another customer & saved us $12.
I would add at this point that every American we have come into contact with so far has been so lovely & helpful. They also can’t get enough of our accents & feel compelled to ask us where we are from.
Next we filled up with petrol, where I went to pay up front, Jackie was too premature with the pump & broke the attendants machine. It took several minutes to fix, whilst a queue started forming behind me. It was getting embarrassing, so I pointed out to everyone that it was Jackie who had broken it. We then drove to the Blue Mesa Reservoir where we stopped beside Middle Bridge for a roll & coffee.
We then continued on westwards to Black Canyon of the Gunnison National Park, where we decided we may stay for the evening. Jackie was worried about the bears & we had a stupid conversation about which of us a bear 🐻 would eat 1st (more of me, but would they want an arthritic foot?). Could we stand in front of one calmly & back away or just run? Jackie apparently is faster than a bear & would run round & round a tree until it gave up!
We arrived at Black Canyon of the Gunnison N. P. around 3:30pm. We drove up to the entrance gates to the South Rim & I proudly produced my $80 US National Parks Annual Visitors Pass, which allows us free entry to all US National Parks. Otherwise it would have cost us $20 for this visit. The Ranger gave us a map, informed us that there maybe some campsite spaces available & to be careful of the snow, 6” had fallen a couple of days previously.
Our first stop was the Tomichi Point, where we got our 1st view of the Black Canyon & wow wow what a view. It was breathtakingly beautiful & more than slightly frightening as it was a sheer drop.. After several photos we drove on to the the visitors centre at Gunnison Point where we watched a 20 minute video, explaining how the canyon was formed & how virtually every attempt to explore the bottom of the canyon had ended in disaster.
The view from the Gunnison Point was just impressive, a couple of photos, then we embarked on the South Rim Road drive, which was in places quite hair raising to say the least. I was just glad I was driving & Jackie was near the edge. Along the route there were stop off points for different lookout points. Some were at the end of 300 - 400 metre tracks.
We stopped at & hiked to Pulpit Rock Overlook, Cross Fissures View, Rock Point, Chasm View & lastly, but definitely not leastly, Sunset View where the Gunnison River disappeared out to the west. The view seemed to get more & more spectacular. Sunset View was incredible, I would be tempted to use the ‘A’ word, but I can’t bring myself to. Neither my photos & definitely not my descriptions will do justice to the sheer majestic beauty of the Black Canyon. The other massive bonus was that there were so few people around that we had each of the lookout points to ourself. In the silence you could hear the Gunnison River thundering along some 1800 ft below us & numerous hawks soaring on the thermals.
We called it a day at Sunset View, then drove back along South Rim Road to the South Rim Campground. There were more RVs & caravans than we were expecting (about 10), but we found ourselves a nice private spot with electric hook up still in the sunshine.
We supped a couple of Colorado Native beers in the setting sun with stupid grins on our faces, but jumped every time there was a rustle in the hedgerow. This was not helped by a sign on our table warning us of bears. Bizarrely we had 2 minutes of snow as the sun went down.
When the sun went down the temperature dropped dramatically causing us to take shelter & get the heating. We didn’t bother with cooking, just rolls, nuts & popcorn.
For me it was the best day of our trip so far, particularly as we think we don’t have to pay to stay in the park. Tomorrow, however, could be even better.
FITBIT = 9,995 steps / 4.64 miles
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- Day 13
- Saturday, May 4, 2019 at 12:52 AM
- 🌙 5 °C
- Altitude: 1,871 m
United StatesDenny Park37°20’60” N 108°32’48” W
Day 12 - Million Dollar Highway

Woke up utterly freezing. I put the heating on, made a cup of tea & waited for Jackie to surface. Outside my wine stained shorts that we had left out to dry were frozen solid, however there was not a single cloud in the sky.
Just before 9.00am, we set out on the South Rim Road again, this time to visit the lookout spots we didn’t see the previous day. 1st was Devils Lookout, followed by Painted Wall View, Dragon Point and back to Sunset View. In total we did a couples of miles of walking at an altitude of 8000 ft.. The views were just amazing, if not better, with the sun in east giving a different light.
Around 10.30 am we rejoined the US-50 & drove into Montrose, which is the main town for the region. We turned left & headed south on Highway 550. It was a fairly straight blast through Ridgeway & down to Ouray with a back drop of the San Juan Mountains.
At Ouray, we stopped for a coffee beside the Hot Springs Park, where several old ladies were wallowing in the pools. We sat on a bench in front of a meadow, where a middle aged man, all muscles & wearing just a pair of shorts ran round & round & performed various exercises. Inspired to exercise, I did a couple of star jumps.
Feeling much fitter, we set out on the Million Dollar Highway, which took us steeply upwards on a narrow precarious winding road. My arms were aching by the time we reached Red Mountain Pass, it’s highest point at over 11,000 ft. Most of the way down the other side was as equally testing. We arrived in the mining town of Silverton about an hour later having now completed the Million Dollar Highway which is only 24 miles long. It is an exhilarating drive, but not for the faint hearted. It was definitely tricky trying to take photos whilst driving at the same time. It is easy to understand why MDH is one of the best-loved roads in America.
There are 3 possible explanations as to how MDH got it’s name. The 1st is that a traveller on completing the route declared “If you gave me a million dollars I wouldn’t go over it again “. The 2nd is the it cost that amount to build in the 1930s. The 3rd & considered most likely explanation is that the road builders used the waste product from the local gold & silver mines & only years later was it realised that the road contained ore worth a million dollars.
We drove up & down the main drag in Silverton, then continued along Highway 550 towards Durango. Again we had to scale another San Juan mountain, then past Purgatory Skiing Resort & Glacier Golf Course before having a fast wide descent into Durango.
Durango didn’t look much, but it had incredibly large number of motels, so presumably something about it attracted visitors. The region is very outdoorsy, we were amazed how many cyclists (and some runners) we saw on the road between Ouray & Durango, as well as in Black Canyon of the Gunnison NP.
At Durango we turned right and picked up Highway 160 westbound. We sped straight past the town of Mancos & pulled off at Mesa Verde National Park. We felt it would be rude no to stop, particularly as we had our NP Pass so we stopped & headed for the visitors centre. Mesa Verde NP is all about the Ancestral Pueblo people & how they lived about 550 AD. We decided we would give it an hour of our time.
At the ticket desk in the visitors centre, I presented our NP Pass & said to the Ranger that we didn’t want a tour, just a look around. She said, “Well how long have you got?” When I said, “About an hour”, she laughed & said it was a 45 minute drive through the park to the site. We made our excuses & left.
Instead we continued on to the town of Cortez & stopped at the KOA campground where we secured a spot for the night. Unfortunately this KOA did not sell propane & we were desperately low. It was only that morning we realised that we had been boiling the water in our 24/7 for the whole week . We we directed to a garage that would sell it, so we drove out. For the next hour or so it was a total farce as we went from one side of Cortez to the other & back again looking for someone to fill up our propane. On the 5th attempt & now 5 miles out of town we found an old boy at Garden Gas who helped us. To add insult to injury, he filled our propane tank up to full for $2.40. Apparently it was still over half full - indicators are notoriously unreliable.
Finally back at the KOA, we sat in the really warm sun with a beer & Jackie made that much anticipated steak & salad, which was a huge success.
FITBIT = 7,312 steps / 3.39 miles.
Song of the Day - Holy Mountain by Noel Gallagher’s High Flying Birds 🦅
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- Day 13
- Saturday, May 4, 2019 at 7:56 PM
- ☀️ 21 °C
- Altitude: 1,605 m
United StatesGoulding37°1’1” N 110°9’15” W
Day 13 - Monumental Valley

Inexplicably, I woke up at midnight and out of the blue decided to change our route completely. After a couple of hours, l had made the decision that we were going to head down to Monument Valley today.
After breakfast, shower etc we drove out into Cortez around 9.30am to fill up with fuel ⛽️ for the adventure ahead. After another $80 of fuel we headed south to Four Corners Monument on Highway 160. I had identified a KOA campground at Monument Valley, so I implored Jackie to ring them. After a lengthy phone call with lots of flirting on her part (Luckily it wasn’t FaceTime) she secured us the very last spot in the campground with 10% discount for just $32. I was so chuffed.
Four Corners Monument is as it suggests the corners of four US States meeting at a single point. The four States are Colorado (where we came from), New Mexico to the South, Utah to the West & Arizona to the South-West. We paid the $5 dollar entrance fee & had the obligatory selfie & photo straddling all four US States at once.
We then dabbled in Arizona, before heading north on Highway 191 into Utah and Native Indian country. We had the very distant teasing glimpse of Monument Valley, but we had other things to visit first. The earth all around us turned very red.
After what felt like an age on a pretty rough road, we reached Interstate 163 (I’m never sure what to call these roads). We headed south & by chance found the Valley of the Gods (I didn’t even know it existed). We went down a short dusty dirt track, impassable if wet & stopped at a spot with great views of the Gods! Here we had lunch & I practised my panoramic & time delay photos to the point where Jackie had had enough.
We continued south on I-163 to Gooseneck State Park. It promised fantastic views of the Colorado River at a ‘gooseneck’ bend, but it required a few miles driving AND a Park entrance fee. We discussed this & Jackie told me we weren’t going in.
In silence, we drove just a couple of miles to a rocky outcrop, called Mexican Hat (not sure why). There was even a small touristy town called Mexican Hat.
As we headed south & approached Monument Valley you couldn’t be utterly impressed by the vista in front of us, it was totally mind-blowingly stunning. We stopped at most scenic points to take photos. We also risked standing in the middle of the road for that iconic photo. Easier said than done!
We passed our home for the night & turned left into Monument Valley ‘Park’ to embark on the 17 mile scenic drive. At the entrance gates, the Navajo Indian at the ticket booth informed us that we couldn’t take our RV on the 17 mile drive. We asked what our options were & he said that we could pay the $20 entrance fee, then get a guided tour for about $80 each. Oh no, we were not paying that so we arranged that we would turn around & go back out without payment.
We went to Goldings Lodge, a supposed Trading Post where they had the filmset cabin used by John Wayne in She Wore a Yellow Ribbon. I had now hatched a plan that I would ask anyone at our campsite who had a separate vehicle if we could join them & split the entry price into Monument Valley park.
We drove to the Monument Valley KOA & checked in with 2 Native Indian women. We told them about our plight & that the park wouldn’t allow us to drive round & they were offering tours for $80. They agreed it was too much, but offered no solution other than to rent a jeep for $200 for 6 hours. They did say that the reason RVs weren’t allowed to drive around the park is because the roads are mud & some RVs got stuck, then sued the park for damages. There is always one or two who ruin it for everyone!
We set up in our allocated spot in the campground & what an amazing view we had. I decided to put my plan into practice & when the 1st 4x4 with an RV trailer turned up, I sought them out & gave them my spiel. At the end it, the bloke said, “What?”, so I said “Are you going into the park today?” To which he curtly replied “No”. What an absolute miserable bastard.
Note: over the last few days, most of the RVers have been miserable bastards. I have made it my mission to wave at every single one we pass on the road & recently the positive response has been less than 3 in 10 including fellow CruiseAmericas.
I returned to Jackie with my tail well & truly between my legs, then had a beer in the sun & we decided we couldn’t be bothered now any way. In our opinion we had seen & photoed the best bits of Monument Valley.
We may return in a hire car to do the 17 mile route later on our travels, which was my original plan.
We plotted our ongoing journey, next stop was Arches National Park followed by Canyonlands National Park. It is maybe we will have to stop at a campground in Moab.
Dinner consisted of sausages, salad & red wine, then bed when the sun had gone down.
FITBIT = 8,215 steps / 3.81 miles.
Song of the Day - Red Earth by New Model Army.
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- Day 14
- Sunday, May 5, 2019 at 10:06 PM
- 🌙 19 °C
- Altitude: 1,364 m
United StatesCourthouse Towers38°37’37” N 109°35’29” W
Day 14 - US Highway 191 to Arches NP

Woke up to glorious sunshine. After all the usual requirements taken care of we headed north on US Highway 191.
Just north of Monument Valley we stopped for the most iconic of photos looking back. We hopped in & out of the road, traffic permitting. We took photos in all different permutations & I ended up taking some for a Canadian couple with a posh camera.
On we headed to the little town of Bluff, where stumbled across Fort Bluff. It was advertised as free, so we stopped. Upon entering the grounds of the fort we were accosted by A couple in old fashioned clothing. They invited us to watch a 14 minute video relating to the history of the Fort, which we accepted & watched in a church.....of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. Another fascinating documentary about the plight of the Hole-In-The-Rock Pioneers who trail blazed a route from Escalante to Bluff.
The Fort Bluff grounds contained various mock-ups of the huts they were living in. There are numerous original artefacts, wagons etc. Jackie declined the opportunity to dress up, but I enjoyed it so I put a donation in the box. Jackie accused me of being tight, but for my generous donation, Kelly & Carly (who had volunteered to work there for a year) posed for a photo with me.
We continued back on the same road, through Blanding (that lived up to it’s name), Monticello, then into Moab. The scenery had been quite diverse as was the weather, we even had a drop of rain. I attempted a couple of panoramic photos whilst driving along, but I don’t recommend it.
In Moab we stopped at a supermarket to stock up on a few provisions, beer mainly (wine & spirits are not sold on a Sunday). The plan was to camp in Arches National Park if there was any room available. We returned to the car park to encounter another miserable RVer, then sat in our RV to catch up on ‘social media’.
We arrived at Arches National Park around 2.00pm & presented my NP Pass. The ranger asked for ID & it was at this point I realised we had mislaid my UK driving licence. We enquired about the possibility of camping in the park & she told us that there was not a chance of there being a vacancy. So as we ascended into the Park, Jackie urgently made a phone call to the Moab KOA campground to see if they still had vacancies. They did & we booked ourselves in for the night.
Arches NP was busy & the 1st viewpoint, Park Avenue Viewpoint was full of vehicles, so we carried on. We stopped at La Sal Mountains Viewpoint, Courthouse Towers Viewpoint & Petrified Dunes Viewpoint, where we were able to take photos by just stepping out of the RV.
We continued on to Balanced Rock, where we took a half mile walking trail around said rock, taking photos from most angles. We resisted the temptation to climb halfway up the rock itself. A fork in the road then took off to Garden of Eden, Double Arch, North & South Window & Turret Arch. We could see them from the road, but didn’t stop because again there were way too many people. We come back when it was quieter.
Next we caught a glimpse of Pothole Arch, then continued to Panorama Point for a ‘panoramic’ photo, then took the next right fork to Wolfe Ranch, where there was a 3 mile trail to Delicate Arch. Again, let’s of people, so we promised ourselves we would do it another day, instead we drove a bit further where we too a short hike about half a mile to Lower, then Upper Delicate Arch Viewpoints.
We returned to the RV just in time, before the wind suddenly violently got up & we had rain again. This was supposed to be one of the driest places on the planet, yet we were rained on! The strong winds were a reminder of how the weather had eroded this land to create weird Arches & Towers. It is an unforgettable spectacle.
We left the park & checked into our campground & sat in the warm SUN & plotted our onward travels. The evening finished with Spag Bol & an episode of Dirty John.
FITBIT = 10,452 steps / 4.85 miles
Song of the Day - Archway Towers by New Model Army.Read more
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- Day 15
- Monday, May 6, 2019 at 6:50 PM
- ☀️ 22 °C
- Altitude: 1,721 m
United StatesWillow Flat38°22’42” N 109°53’18” W
Day 15 - Canyonlands & Dead Horse Point

After the usual morning routine, including ablutions, we got ready to hit the road. We had signed up for just electric & water at our site, but I had espied a pipe in the ground for us to dump our waste. After a quick discussion we agreed that we would use it.
I hooked up the poop pipe & held it in place as Jackie released the contents of the toilet tank. The smell was horrendous, so I told Jackie to release the contents of the shower & sink tank. Immediately, the pipe my end started to overflow with foul smelling water, not dissimilar to the scene in the film RV.
I shouted at Jackie to close off the tanks & I yanked the poop as I could in to the air. I was now stuck holding a slinky type pipe full of dirty, if not worse, water, which was sloshing from side to side. There was no other choice than to release the end of the poop pipe attached the vehicle & take our chances.
Now holding either end up in the air, the pipe had a mind of his own...it was like wrestling a fat anaconda. I frantically looked for somewhere to dump the contents of this pipe, but I saw a couple watching us, shaking their heads in disgust.
There was no other choice we would re-enter the pipe contents back into the tank via the toilet. Jackie & I struggled around the RV with the writhing stinking pipe, up the steps, through the kitchen & dining area, through the bedroom to the bathroom, where we gingerly attempted to empty the contents into the toilet whilst I repeatedly flushed the toilet to make it disappear.
Basically, we had tried to dump our waste in a blocked up pipe. There was a lot of damp soil around our vehicle, including traces of toilet paper. Mortified & in shock, we threw everything back in the RV & made to leave, but inexplicably we stopped at reception to book a space for tonight. We were told that our space from last night was reserved, but they could squeeze us in a few places up. Jackie booked it.
These events could have been a lot worse! Firstly, the toilet tank could have been a lot fuller. Secondly, the group of 4 lads had gone to breakfast so didn’t witness it. Thirdly, the CruiseAmerica RV immediately had already left & fourthly, the man in the tent on his own with his dog, closest & downhill from us had literally just packed & driven off.
However, as we were driving to Canyonlands National Park, it started to dawn on me that we had attempted to fill a fresh water tank with our waste. We spent literally the remainder of the day nervously laughing, expecting their to be an outbreak of Legionnaires Disease or closure of the swimming pool (the biggest in Utah) or the entire campground. We did think maybe we shouldn’t go back or changing our appearance, but instead spent several hours perfecting our story to cause least damage / blame.
Anyway, we stopped for $100 fuel, then drove back up Highway 191 to Canyonlands NP, I flashed the US Parks Pass together with my found UK driving license. We drove to the Island in the Sky Visitor Center & was quite miffed to see that they were advertising that there was still camping availability. We were tempted to book a night here, but our decision was made for us when we saw the enormous queue.
We marvelled at the Canyon & Colorado River views from the Visitor Center & Shafer Canyon Overlook. Next we took the half mile trail to Mesa Arch, which was spectacular, particularly as through the Arch you could see the canyon below & the snow capped San Juan mountains in the distance. Numerous photos were taken, including some of both us sat in the Arch. Whilst walking to Mesa Arch Jackie managed to trip over & graze most of her right shin, luckily she didn’t mention it again! She is so clumsy & that is why I keep telling her to stay away from edge.
We moved on to Whale Rock, but declined to scale it, then Upheaval Dome, but there was no available parking space, so we turned round & stopped just up the road at Holeman Spring Canyon Overlook, where we chose to have lunch. After rolls & coffee, we decided we didn’t need to go back to Upheaval.
Next was Green River Overlook for views of the Green River, funnily enough. We then carried on southwards stopping at Buck Canyon Overlook, Orange Cliffs Overlook & finally at Grand View Point Overlook. The Grand View was the ‘money shot’ with 270 degree views of both the Colorado River & the Green River meandering either side of us & converging in front of us. Their waters continue as the Colorado River & make their way south to the Grand Canyon & Hoover Dam. Here we took a stroll along a Rim Trail, but sadly we didn’t get the end because Jackie’s injured leg was hurting.
Satisfied we had seen enough of Canyonlands National Park, we drove back through it to the exit, then turned of to Dead Horse Point State Park. It was $20 entry fee for our vehicle. First port of call was the Visitors Center where we took a short nature trail, then watched a short video all about DHP State Park.
It was during this video we learnt that according to legend, the point was once used as a corral for wild mustangs roaming the mesa. Cowboys rounded up these horses into the neck of the land just 30 yards wide, then fenced it off. The cowboys took the horses they wanted & abandoned the rest in the corral. These abandoned horses either fell to their death or died of thirst, hence the name. Cheery story!
Feeling jolly, we drove to Dead Horse Point, the 30 yard wide neck of the park. After the obligatory photo it was onto Dead Horse Point Overlook, which was another spectacular view. This time it was of the Colorado River carving a deep sharp meandering furrow around us. We spent time just enjoying the view & possibly delaying the inevitable. It had been a great day visually & as always too difficult to describe.
Incidentally, Dead Horse Point State Park is the actual location where Susan Sarandon & Geena Davis drove off a cliff in the movie Thelma & Louise. Not the Grand Canyon as it purports in the film.
Now we were heading back to the Moab KOA to face the music. Somehow I was volunteered to check in whilst Jackie waited in the RV. I put on my game face & was ready to appear indignant if we were accused of anything. We needn’t of worried, they were happy to see us & we were shown to our new site. What a relief. Everything looked rosy again. Our visions of being banned from KOAs, sued & /or deported dissipated, well almost.
Our evening was spent in the sun, observing all the tent campers setting up around us. It has potentially put me off buying a tent on this trip. At one point I even felt compelled to assist the lone girl directly behind us, whose living tent kept collapsing. Her name was Carmen & she was ‘mighty grateful’, when I had it standing back upright for her! My attempts didn’t last long & she was soon taking the whole thing down, whilst we discreetly watched.
Jackie believes she is a wrong’un, because she had set up camp for about 5 people, cooked masses of food on the bbq & had a huge bottle of wine. She ate a chicken leg, then spent the rest of the evening packing everything away again. Weirdo.
We finished up the spag bol & had an our of Netflix before bed.
FITBIT = 13, 532 steps / 6.28 miles
Song of the Day = Land: Horses / Land of a Thousand Dances / La Mer(de) by Patti Smith
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Dirty Water by Steve Fawcett
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- Day 16
- Tuesday, May 7, 2019 at 4:33 PM
- ⛅ 21 °C
- Altitude: 1,576 m
United StatesTunnel Arch38°47’8” N 109°35’47” W
Day 16 - Highway To Hell?

We woke up having had a really good sleep. We were going hiking today, so we donned the appropriate gear, me - linen shirt, shorts & walking boots & Jackie - her Martina Navaratilova outfit. We sneaked out the campsite without being detained & headed for Arches National Park for the 2nd time.
We arrived at 10.00am, then sat in a queue until we finally gained entry at 10.30. We headed straight up to the car park for the Delicate Arch Trail, which is a round trip of 3 miles.The outward leg is mostly uphill to an elevation gain of 480 ft. As intrepid explorers, we set off with cameras & a bottle of water each, although Jackie failed to screw the top on properly and managed to water half of the trail!!
There was a steady procession of people ascending or descending the trail dressed up in all sorts of outfits. Some wore full mountaineering gear with balaclavas & sunglasses (mainly the Japanese & Chinese), whilst others wore vests, skimpy shorts & flip flops.
I am proud to announce that we overtook numerous people on the ascent, although we set off a bit fast & one re-overtook us. As we approached the top the trail narrowed to a ledge just wide enough for people to pass, then suddenly the Delicate Arch was there in front of us. I’m going to stick my neck out & say that this was the most impressive spectacle we have seen so far on this trip!
We took photographs from the little plateau where most people had gathered, but we noticed that some people had gone down on to a sloping rock that led over to the Delicate Arch itself. Mustering up all my bravery I slid down a rock on my backside to the sloping rock. I didn’t feel comfortable, but I encouraged Jackie to join me. She refused in her skirt, but undeterred she went further along & to my horror jumped down. Oh my god I panicked, if she had fallen forward she would probably have gone over the edge & to certain death.
Now a nervous wreck, we edged along the sloped rock towards the Delicate Arch & waited in line for the ultimate photo. Our turn arrived, but my legs were now jelly. I had to say to myself, “What would Evel do?” As a fellow daredevil, I had now choice & we shuffled to the foot of the Arch. I scrambled up a rock then hauled Jackie up for someone to take our photo.
When we got back on to the plateau it felt so exhilarating, but my heartbeat was out of control. I would that only about 10% of the people attempted to stand by the Arch. Feeling smug for the umpteenth time on this trip, we descended the trail with a bounce in our step.
Back at the RV we drove up to the further point Devil’ Garden Trailhead, where there were a number of trail options. We chose the 2 shortest trails to Pine Tree Arch, which was impressive & Tunnel Arch, which was a bit disappointing, well to Jackie anyway. I think she was all ‘arched’ out now.
We drove back towards the park exit, but stopped at Skyline Arch for lunch, well I visited the Arch, while Jackie made lunch. After lunch, we made our final stop at Park Avenue Viewpoint, where I popped out, then we left Arches NP at 2:30pm.
We rejoined Highway 191 & headed north bound for Salt Lake City some 200 miles away. After just 20 miles of driving the weather took a turn for the worse. We turned westbound on to I-70, past Green River, then back northbound on the 191. We had continued stopping the night at Green River, but so glad we didn’t. There was nothing there, made all the more bleak by the black clouds & rain.
For the next hour, we drove through driving rain & were battered by strong gusts of wind. The RV was seriously rocking & it felt like we were on the ‘Highway to Hell’. Apologies now. We passed through the god forsaken towns of Wellington & Price, then the weather changed so we stopped for a coffee in the quaint little Historic Mining town of Helper. Great name & we had the chance to see Big John.
The road then started climbing up into the Wasatch Mountains & into sunshine & fantastic scenery. We got over Soldier Summit and down the other side into a nice little town called Spanish Fork, where got a couple of provisions & $100 of fuel.
We then raced on through Provo & to the outskirts of Salt Lake City, with the sun beaming through my drivers window. The mountains were topped with snow & white clouds & as the sun shone through, it gave everything a silvery tint, which was quite beautiful even at 70mph.
But, just 3 mile from our KOA campground in the centre of Salt Lake City, we drove into a black cloud hanging over the City. The temperature had dropped about 10 degrees. We hooked up for the night, Jackie cooked hamburgers & had an early night.
FITBIT = 17,376 steps / 8.07 miles
Song of the Day - Highway to Hell by AC/DC.Read more

Travelerhttps://umfa.utah.edu/race-to-promontory : May 10th = date the east and west pioneer railroads met just outside Saltlake city....

Simon and Jackie AnnalsThanks Chris. A momentous event. Sadly we are planning to be in Reno on Friday. Simon
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- Day 17
- Wednesday, May 8, 2019 at 6:22 PM
- ⛅ 14 °C
- Altitude: 1,284 m
United StatesNorthwest Park40°46’26” N 111°55’55” W
Day 17 - Mormons & Nutters?

Hello! Hello! Hello! My Name is Elder Annals, I like to share this blog of Jesus Christ.........This blog will change your life.......Hello!
We have woken up in the Mormon dominated conurbation of Salt Lake City. A leisurely start to the morning, including a phone call to my Mum to wish her a ‘Happy 80th Birthday’🎂. She was at hospital, where Dad was having a routine check up!!
It took a while for the sun to warm up, but by 10.30am we were on the move. We had to walk just 50 yards to the little train station to catch the train into the centre of the city & Temple square. The ticket machine wasn’t working so we jumped on without paying.
Four stops later we got off at the Arena stop, outside the enormous Vivint Smart Home Arena....catchy name. After taking stock of our bearings, we passed the impressive music venue called The Depot & Devereaux House. We the headed straight for Temple Square with its domineering skyline of steeples & gold statues.
We entered Temple Square via the South Gate & headed straight for the Visitor Centre. There were various exhibits explaining how Joseph Smith & Brigham Young founded the Mormons & established their epicentre in Salt Lake City (my words, not theirs). We ducked & dived to avoid the hoards of volunteers waiting to trap you in conversation, take you on a tour or possibly more.
We went back outside & bumped into 2 ‘Sisters’ who welcomed us to Temple Square. As soon as we replied we were deep in conversation, because one of the sisters originated from Manchester, the other was Australian. We had quite a pleasant chat with the 2 sisters & we told them all about our travels....they made their excuses & left. Not really, but we made it abundantly clear we were not looking for any divine intervention.
We strolled around the complex, admiring the statues & particularly the well tended gardens. We entered the Assembly Hall, then circumnavigated the Tabernacle & entered the North Visitors Centre, where we ascended a spiral ‘Stairway to Heaven’. At the top was an oversized Jesus Christ statue surrounded by sky painted walls & ceiling. There were various unmarked doors off this dome like heaven, one I opened & we walked into a full sized cinema, playing a feature movie of the story of the Mormons. We stayed to watch for at least 20 minutes. It was interesting, but just too long.
Next we went back out & as we walked past the Tabernacle, I enquired if we could look inside. The sister said we had to wait for the organ recital to finish, but her colleague suddenly opened the door & allowed us in. Inside, an elder then let us & another couple into the auditorium, where we with a reasonable crowd watched a spellbinding organ recital played on the organ with it’s 11,632 pipes.
During the recital, I received a WhatsApp message from Craig Boswell informing me that I was missing out an all you can eat Brazilian meat feast. After I rang back & we ended up having a video call with my old Fusion Team. They were all sat in a restaurant gorging on endless meat & I was admiring an organ recital........wow, how things have changed!
Jackie & I then moved on to the Salt Lake Temple, which apparently you are not allowed to enter unless you have converted. However, there were several weddings parties in the grounds. I infiltrated them & started taking photos, whilst Jackie disowned me.
Leaving Temple Square, we headed uphill to the Utah State Capitol building resplendent on the hill against the azure blue sky. We took a look around the interior, then headed back down the hill towards the Downtown District. We paused in Brigham Young Historic Park, then carried on down the road for a selfie with the Salt Lake Temple. We passed the Beehive House, then headed into Downtown, where the person on the street changed dramatically.
We went from happy clappy geeks to being surrounded by the homeless & nutters. I don’t think care in the community is practised much here in SLC. Too be fair they didn’t blatantly beg, just barked random noises......Tourette’s?
We treated ourselves to lunch in Spitz, where we had a pitcher of local beer & shared a doner kebab, not as we know it. After a pleasant lunch, we walked nearly a mile through the badlands of Salt Lake City to the State Liquor Store, because Jackie fancied a white wine. Wine & spirits can only be purchased in Liquor Stores in Utah. That alone is enough to persuade Jackie not to be a Mormon.
I was instructed to leave my rucksack at the entrance by the heavily armed security guards & only then were we allowed in. We purchased a box of Bootlegger white wine, with a cool wanted poster from Sing Sing Prison for Charles “Lucky” Luciano wanted for Prohibition crimes.
We walked back to the Arena train stop & jumped on the wrong train. 2 stops later we got off & waited in Old Greek Town with lots of nutters for the train back to the Arena. Seriously there are way too many people wandering the streets that need help. Eventually we got the correct train & arrived back at our campsite at 5pm.
We enjoyed an hour in the sun, before we were forced to retreat to the RV for warmth. As I write, we have just had a German couple ask us advice on the hosepipes. If only the knew.
The plan is to get up at silly o’clock & race across Nevada on I-80 to Reno, just the 550 miles. Jackie is even threatening to assist with the driving or is that the white wine talking? We will only know tomorrow.
We are currently listening to musical soundtracks & quaffing the newly purchased white wine!
FITBIT = 15,967 steps / 7.41 miles.
Song of the Day - Hello! by The Book of Mormon (Original Broadway Cast).
Bonus Songs of the Day :-
Temple of Love by Sisters of Mercy
Stairway to Heaven by Led ZeppelinRead more

Simon and Jackie AnnalsAngela, go back to sleep. It is way too early to read this blog. Xx
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- Day 19
- Friday, May 10, 2019 at 3:58 AM
- 🌙 8 °C
- Altitude: 1,274 m
United StatesSilsbee40°45’45” N 113°53’45” W
Day 18 - I Shot a Man in Reno!

Woke up at 5.45am, just 15 minutes before my alarm. Got up & made cups of tea. I allowed Jackie a shower, but not time to put her make-up on, whilst I unhooked & 6.40am we rumbled out of the RV Park.
We turned on the directions on our phone & the SatNav voice instructed to continue on the same road for the next 520 miles. Not something you hear everyday. (We looked it up, the A1 is the longest road in the UK at 410 miles). We were heading to Reno on Interstate 80 which was a total of 526 miles.
Around 7.00pm we started to circumnavigate the Salt Lake. It looked quite beautiful shimmering in the early morning sun. Sadly I missed the Rest Stop to get a proper photo. For close on 50 miles the Salt Lake was permanently in our sight on our right hand side. I set the RV to cruise control at 80 mph & sat back to enjoy the views.
About 75 miles out of Salt Lake City we passed The Tree of Utah aka Metaphor. It is an 87 foot high tree sculpture on the Bonneville Salt Flats. Managed to spot it & photo it as we sped past at 80mph.
Several miles along we stopped at the Rest Area at Bonneville Salt Flats where there was a plaque commemorating the place where numerous land speed records had been broken, including by Sir Malcolm Campbell. The current record was set here by Gary Gabelich in his ‘Blue Flame’ at 622mph on 23rd October 1970.
We then drove along a narrow causeway to Bonneville Salt Flats International Speedway. Sadly, the Salt Flats were still a lake so I was unable to try & beat the land speed record in the RV!! It was very surreal as we were now surrounded by shimmering silver water. A few photos & panos to mark the occasion, then we were off.
Next stop, Wendover, which was just over the state line in Nevada. Apparently you are allowed to gamble & drink spirits in Nevada, you wouldn’t know it, by just the one or two (thousand) billboards advertising the fact. First we filled up with $100 of fuel at a petrol station that also doubles as a casino.
Then we went to see & photo Wendover Will, ‘The World’s Largest Cowboy’ at 90foot tall. We caused chaos on the road as we tried to find his best side from the comfort of the RV. That done, we made do with a Big Breakfast from McDonalds. A strange mix of sausage patty, scrambled egg, hash brown, 3 fluffy pancakes with syrup & butter & a side of Hot Cakes.
Pretty full we headed back to I-80 & let the RV take the strain in cruise control. We went up & over several mountain passes, passed through the towns of Wells, Elko, Battle Mountain, Winnemucca & Lovelock. We saw signposts for Shafter, Deeth Starr Valley, Devils Gate, Emigrant & Pumpernickel Valley. On 4 or 5 occasions we came across the ominous road signs ‘Prison Area. Hitchhiking Prohibited’. We looked it up & yes they related to the presence of local prisons, the most significant being Lovelock Correctional Center, made famous when O. J. Simpson was sent there in 2008 & released in 2017.
Jackie was obviously bored, because she discovered the ‘Joy of Siri’. After a bit of experimentation, I was bombarded with WhatsApp messages & poor old Siri attempted to answer every stupid question Jackie could think of. Also somewhere halfway across Nevada we crossed into Pacific Daylight Time Zone, now 8 hours behind the UK.
We took a ‘comfort’ break at Trinity, where there was some interesting information ‘Travelling Through Hell’ about the California Trail in this location. Trinity marked the start of the barren Forty-Mile Desert which travellers dreaded the most, starvation & dehydration took many a man & animal. A survey in 1850 showed the appalling statistics for this stretch of the trail. They found 1061 dead mules, almost 5000 dead horses, 3,750 dead cattle & 953 graves. Let’s hope we don’t break down!
Next stop was Terrible’s Casino at Fernley for another $100 of fuel. And then finally we cruised into Reno along Virginia Street & under Reno’s Famous Arch, which proudly proclaims ‘Reno - The Biggest Little City In The World’. Reno looked lively so we decided to return later that evening.
We then drove the 9 miles to Boomtown to our KOA campground arriving around 4.00pm & relaxed with a couple of beers. At 7.00pm we took an Uber into downtown Reno. The driver Glenn recommended some places to visit & dropped us off back under the Reno Arch. It was not yet dark, so we checked out the Riverwalk- they make too much of these!
Our first stop was into the Club Cal Neva casino & what smacked us in the face was smell of cigarette smoke & the assortment of lowlifes were all smoking. We circled the floor, then moved on to the Casino at Hurrah. Again everyone was smoking (in fact everywhere in Reno was a smoking zone) & we circulated the several floors enjoying the crazies at play. It felt like a lot of the gamblers had lost their short there & were unable to leave.
We moved on to Eldorado Resort Casino which was slightly a bit more upmarket & found Roxy’ Lounge Bar, a speciality martini bar, which had been recommended by our Uber driver. We had 102 martinis 🍸 to choose from. I had a Chocolate Duchess & Jackie had a Blue Eyes Martini. They were very nice & we sipped them very slowly (we weren’t having another at $10 a drink), whilst listening to the house band & getting our moneys worth of the free pretzels.
By now it was dark, so we wandered outside for fresh air & to take photos of the Reno lights. We strolled up & down the Main Street until Jackie had had enough. I tried to shoot the odd photo of some of the ‘colourful sights’ frequenting the casinos, but Jackie curbed this, fearing we would get shot.To be fair she was patient.
We popped into a couple of dive casinos, The Nugget & Siri’s Casino. Selfie attempts were made at the Reno Arch, then it was back into Eldorado for a beer at Brew Brothers bar, where we had to show our ID, then have our hand stamped. I was slightly indignant, but the doorman handed Jackie a free drink ticket, which meant our 2 beers cost just $5.
Jackie had built up the ‘Dutch’ courage for some gambling. She wasted a couple of dollars in $1 slot machines, so I went on the hunt & found some 25c slot machines. I changed up $20 notes into $5 notes (last of the big spenders) & gave Jackie $5 to have some fun with. Within minutes her money was gone.
We went for a wander through Circus Circus & Silver Legacy Resort but gravitated back to Eldorado. I relented & gave Jackie more dollars to spend & at one point she had a Jackpot of $16, we whooped for joy. A woman nearby won a jackpot of over $2000, which made us look a bit silly. I think we ended up about $10 down.
We did also get a free beer each while playing from one of the rather elderly waitresses who were dressed inappropriately for their age! To celebrate a really enjoyable evening, we went to Lucky Joy’s Noodle Bar & shared a massive plate of Pad Thai.
We ordered an Uber & got home about midnight, dog tired. Reno is a low budget version of Las Vegas, but it was a great experience.
FITBIT = 12,231 steps / 5.68 miles. We discovered that my tapping my foot the music in the RV racks up the steps. I walked 2 miles whilst driving!!
Song of the Day - I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles) by The Proclaimers.
Bonus Songs of the Day :-
All The Way To Reno (You’re Gonna Be A Star) by R.E.M.
Reno by Bruce SpringsteenRead more
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- Day 19
- Friday, May 10, 2019 at 11:34 PM
- ⛅ 11 °C
- Altitude: 1,488 m
United StatesBull Ranch Creek39°30’54” N 119°57’49” W
Day 19 - There's a New Sheriff in Town

We both woke up late, the excess’s of yesterday had caught up with us. Still slightly jaded, we decided to have a relatively relaxed day. After helping ourselves to free coffee from the KOA shop, arranging to stay a further night & getting ready, we tumbled out of the campground at about 10.30am.
Our journey took us onto Geiger Grade Road & up into the mountains. 30 minutes later, we arrived at our intended destination of Virginia City, an old historic mining town, dubbed ‘The Richest Place on Earth’. The narrow High Street was busy with tourists & parked cars. We saw signposts for parking spots for $7, but decided to explore a bit further.
We went to the end of the High Street & then on a bit, where we found Fourth Ward School Museum with an empty car park. We parked in the ‘free’ car park, then I went & got permission to leave our RV there as we would be visiting the museum later.
We strolled down into Virginia City High Street & browsed the touristy, but fascinating historic buildings. We resisted the urge to get breakfast at Virginia City Jerky Co & Smokehouse BBQ, but my resistance was broken at the prospect of a ‘World Famous Pondo Dog’ in the Pondarosa Saloon. We both had that World Famous large hotdog.
The Pondarosa Saloon was a functioning bar, but it was also effectively a museum stuffed with artifacts. It was same at all the other bars, namely The Washoe Club (the oldest saloon in Virginia City), The Original Bucket of Blood Saloon & Silver Queen Hotel & Wedding Chapel. We were able to wander into each & everyone of them to look at all the items of interest. Sadly, due to an unexplained explosion in March 2019, the Delta Saloon was closed. It contained The Suicide Table (3 of it’s owners committed suicide) & the $100,000 globe.
The Silver Queen Hotel had actually had a wedding take place in their chapel at 11.00am that morning. The Silver Queen is depicted as a huge painting on the wall & her dress is actually made from silver coins. It was also a brothel frequented by the notorious prostitute, The Wild Rose.
We also visited the excellent Storey County Courthouse, which housed 10 cells, each with a display about life in Virginia City in the 1800s. There were numerous other buildings we visited, but too many to list. Finally we stopped at Virginia City Mercantile, a great little shop full of American memorabilia. We bought a weird flavoured assortment of chewy sweets & Jackie insisted on gold Sheriffs Badge with her name on it.
We walked back to the RV & sneakily drove off, without paying $6 each to visit the Fourth Ward School Museum. I wanted to drive through Gold Hill & Silver City, but RVs weren’t allowed down the road. I believe it was too steep & windy, so we made do with the truck route to Carson City, named after Kit Carson. We drove around, but didn’t see anything too interesting, so we went to Walmart for further provisions.
Next we drove out to Washoe Lake State Park & pulled over by the lake shore for lunch in our camping chairs. It was baking hot & surrounded by snow capped mountains, all very nice. We headed back to Boomtown & our RV park to get some mundane chores done. Jackie had planned to get a bag of washing done, but the washing machines were out of use until the morning.
There was nothing for it, but to sit in the sun & catch up on my blog etc. It was all very pleasant until out of the blue we heard some bloke shouting & swearing. We looked round, but couldn’t see anything. Every so often he would start up again, which was totally out of keeping with the rest of the campground.
During a lull in rants, I decided to go & investigate, so I walked to the end of the park & looked out over the river & soaring eagles above. I waited about 5 minutes, still no sound, so started to walk back. Then suddenly all hell broke loose, a big fat bare chested 60 something year old man burst out of his caravan & screamed at me “Don’t you go f**king looking in my windows”. I asked him what he was talking about & he screamed “I saw you looking through my f**king windows”. I told him he was being stupid & that I had been looking at the river. He continued to scream & shout, so I turned my back & walked away from him, praying he wasn’t going to shoot me! Where is a Sheriff when you want one?
On the way back to our RV, two, let’s say long term residents with an armchair outside their caravan, ladies called me over & asked what his problem was. I told them what had happened & they said they were nervous, but it should be alright because their neighbor was a cop & her partner was an ex-cop. I accidentally blurted out that so was I, damn. They then told me that they had access to guns in their caravans if they needed it. Great we were going to get caught up in a shootout!
I believe security sent him packing not too much later. The remainder of the evening was fortunately uneventful, although it did make us realise there are some right oddballs at RV parks, probably more so in Reno. The man next door to us has spent 2 days polishing his truck & careful coiling up all of his cables & pipes in concentric circles on the ground. I know someone who would be very proud of him!!!
FITBIT = 10,653 steps / 4.94 miles??
Song of the Day - Sheriff Fatman by Carter The Unstoppable Machine.
Bonus Songs of the Day :-
Buckets of Blood by The Offenders
The Madman by The White BuffaloRead more
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- Day 20
- Saturday, May 11, 2019 at 1:10 PM
- ☀️ 16 °C
- Altitude: 1,910 m
United StatesSouth Lake Tahoe-El Dorado Recreation Area38°56’44” N 119°58’23” W
Day 20 - A Celebration at Lake Tahoe

We got up at sensible hour (having survived the night!), showered, breakfasted etc then hit the road around 10.00am. We were on a mission to get a nice scenic spot for about midday to have a video WhatsApp with my parents & the rest of my family who were rudely celebrating my Mother’s 80th Birthday without us!
Our planned scenic spot was Emerald Bay State Park on the west side of Lake Tahoe. We took I-80 westwards until we reached the California State Line & a California Border Protection Station. We were stopped & asked to produce what fruit & veg we had on board. Jackie went in to our kitchen area & returned with a handful of apples, oranges & assorted mixed salad. The guard was only interested in the oranges for inspection & gave them the all clear.
I exchanged pleasantries with him, then accelerated away. Unfortunately I had forgotten that Jackie was returning the greens to the open fridge & she lurched forward banging her head on the sink (& possibly swallowing a bag of 3 oranges).
After Truckee, we turned left towards Lake Tahoe on Route 89, a fantastically scenic drive following the Truckee River to Tahoe City & the shore of Lake Tahoe. Of note : we noticed that unlead fuel prices were now double what they were in St Louis.
We travelled south down the western shore of Lake Tahoe admiring the grand houses on the lake shore. We stopped at a scenic spot for a selfie on the pebble beach. The water was crystal clear, sparkled silver & in the background mountains were snow capped. We could & should have stayed here all day.
We arrived at Emerald Bay only to find the area had been infested with Japanese or Chinese tourists. Every available parking spot was taken up by them & there was no chance of us squeezing in our RV. So regrettably we continued southwards straining our necks to admire the views as best as we could as we drove along.
Eventually we arrived in South Lake Tahoe still on the California side amongst its low-rise motels & followed the lake round, but stopped short of crossing back into Nevada. We were now conscious of the time & were looking for anywhere suitable to have our WhatsApp video call with a relatively scenic backdrop.
We drove round & round & ended up parking in a Safeway supermarket. Evidently, Lake Tahoe doesn’t cater for RVers. We sneaked out of the ‘customer only’ car park & wandered along the southern end for a suitable broadcast stop. We found it, a rocky beach that was empty of other people, because it was quite an ordeal to get to.
With a few minutes to spare we donned our happy birthday tiaras & practiced with our non-tooting tooters. I caught a Japanese tourist taking a photo of us dressed up in our party outfits. At 1.00pm, we received the video call & we burst into our rendition of Happy Birthday. For 10 minutes we had a long distance (exactly 5,218 mile) video call with my Mother & whole family who were tucking into the finest food at the Spread Eagle Hotel In Midhurst, whist Jackie & I made do with a cheese & bovril roll!!
After what I think & hope was a successful video call, we put away our tiaras, & strolled along to El Dorado Beach or patch of sand. It was full of Hispanics having bbqs, so we didn’t stay long & decided to head out to our next campground.
We picked up Highway 50 & almost immediately we were stopped again at a California Border Protection Station. I informed the guard that we had been stopped earlier & he was only interested in our oranges. The guard asked to see our oranges, but said he wanted to have a look in our fridge as well. This is where things went downhill!
I turned to open up the side door & accidentally leant on the horn, making everyone including myself jump out of our skins. We let the guard into our RV & then went to retrieve the oranges for him. For the next 5 minutes plus, we hunted high & low looking for 3 oranges in a bag. It was embarrassing to say the least. I kept apologising to the guard & got more annoyed with Jackie for not remembering where she put them. In the end, the bored guard had had enough & said that he trusted us & sent us on our way. (At the time of writing, we still haven’t located the oranges 🍊 & I’m now wondering if I left the 1st guard still holding them when I sped off).
Now not talking, we climbed up into the gorgeous Sierra Nevada Mountains. After the summit we had the most enjoyable drive down the other side of the Sierra Nevada Mountains. We descended some 4000 feet on a meandering road flanked by pine trees & a fast flowing river. We passed through the villages of Kyburz, Pollock Pines, Camino & the town of Placerville before arriving at our campground.
What a lovely surprise the Placerville KOA turned out to be. A nice grassy campground out in the countryside & our allocated spot was secluded, sunny & overlooking fields & woods. We got our washing sorted, then spent the remainder of the afternoon sitting in our camp chairs sunbathing. We have made the decision to do nothing tomorrow, but sunbathe, as it promises to be a sweltering ☀️😎 27 degrees.
FITBIT = 7,941 steps / 3.69 miles.
Song of the Day - Celebrate by An Emotional Fish.
Bonus Songs of the Day :-
Lake Tahoe Eyes by little hurricane
Happy Birthday by Altered ImagesRead more

TravelerLove Tahoe, great place , did you manage to get to the High Chaparral ranch set ? or to the house filmed in the Bodyguard ?

Simon and Jackie AnnalsI wish you’d reminded me beforehand. I remember passing High Chaparral, but it didn’t dawn on me & the Bodyguard house is on Fallen Leaf Lake. The western shore was stunning!
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- Day 22
- Monday, May 13, 2019 at 12:49 AM
- 🌙 15 °C
- Altitude: 427 m
United StatesShingle Springs38°40’24” N 120°55’27” W
Day 21 - Lazy Sunday

Had a nice lie-in & we both went over to the shower block for a spacious shower. We don’t have a poop pipe here & I couldn’t face another disaster.
As we had planned, we were going to relax & do nothing today, because it was such a pleasant spot in the foothills of the Sacramento Valley & Sierra Nevada Mountains.
It is such a lovely place, however a 63 yr old woman was arrested yesterday in Placerville for torturing & sexually abusing her 4 adopted children.
After breakfast we got on with some mundane chores. Jackie did more washing, but kept her top on this time! I washed the RV & squirted it with the water hose. One minor problem I didn’t notice was that the windows were open & I managed to wash the inside of the RV as well. Apparently it didn’t save Jackie a job.
During the morning, there was a major exodus from campground, which was nice. I had a chat with one of our neighbors & he asked if I was German! Bloody cheek, I thought being mistaken for an Australian was bad enough. I made him feel as guilty as I could.
The remainder of the morning was sunbathing & plotting our onward travels. After lunch, we played a round of mini golf (For the record, I won convincingly), then had a swim in the pool & sunbathed on proper sun beds.
At 5.00pm we returned to our RV for a well earned beer (sticking to my just 6 a week of course!).
After pasta & Netflix, it was an early night, having enjoyed a much needed day off.
FITBIT = 6,476 steps / 3.01 miles
Song of the Day - Pleasant Valley Sunday by The Monkees.Read more

Simon and Jackie AnnalsGav, you need to go to the CruiseAmerica website & look for Relocation Deals. They tend to advertise in January & the relocations are generally towards the end of April for a varying number of days. It’s a great time to take a US Road Trip - the weather is generally good & there are less crowds.😎🇺🇸🍻
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- Day 23
- Tuesday, May 14, 2019 at 2:23 AM
- ⛅ 13 °C
- Altitude: 29 m
United StatesFort Point National Historic Site37°48’33” N 122°28’30” W
Day 22 - Stuck in Folsom Prison

What a day, here goes...
Got up & did all the usual things. I had been umming & ahhing about whether to drive back into Placerville to see the Hangman’s Tree, that had been cut down & an Ice Cream Saloon now sat in it’s place. I was swayed to visit it because apparently an effigy hung outside it. Placerville used to be known as Hangtown for their propensity to hang thieves & the like for the most menial of crimes.
We drove the 10 miles back to Placerville, intending to take a quick photo, but my heart sank when the main Historic High Street was closed. The American version of Trumpton had backed up two fire tenders & had used their ladders to form an Arch with the American flag 🇺🇸 hanging between them. I parked in a Bank car park & Jackie withdrew some cash to justify our parking there.
We then wandered into the Historic High Street & there was bunting everywhere & cowboys swaggering along. I asked a lady at a stall what the occasion was & she said it was to celebrate a big bike race. After further interrogation of her colleagues, we established that the Amgen Tour of California cycle race was coming through. We were also given a free souvenir bell 🛎 to ding. We took some photos with the assembled cowboys & Jackie reminded them just who was the Sheriff.
An hour or so later, the race finally passed through. I spent more time worrying about getting a selfie than I did concentrating on the blur of riders. I later googled this years Amgen Tour of California & discovered that Peter Sagan was currently wearing the yellow jersey & Mark Cavendish was also racing. (Today’s race ended in South Lake Tahoe, won by Kasper Asgreen & the new race leader is Tejay van Garderen).
As soon as the race passed, we hot footed it back to the RV & raced out of town. Next stop was Folsom & it’s famous Prison & Museum. We arrived at Folsom Prison & abandoned the RV in the main car park. We walked over to the Prison guard & told him we were here to visit the Museum. The guard told us that we could take photos of the Prison, but not of the guards or the inmates. That was easier said than done, because both were everywhere.
A deer actually walked past the Prison gates, but was gone before I could snap it. We then went into the Museum, paid our $2 entrance fee, then agreed to watch a 22 minute film about the Prison. The film was really cheesy & was presented by a John Huell Howser, who apart from being condescending, also had the most annoying voice.
After a long 22 minutes we then walked around the excellent Museum, stuffed with artefacts from over the years. Folsom Prison has a long history of violence & during riots several warders were killed. There were lots of interesting facts & stories. There was the original 8ft Ferris wheel made out of toothpicks by an inmate. Most importantly, there was a big exhibition relating to the double visit of Johnny Cash, which was the main reason we had come. We learnt that on his At Folsom Prison album, the song Greystone Chapel was written by an inmate, Glen Shirley, who committed suicide shortly afterwards.
We then drove west still on Highway 50 (The Loneliest Road) into Sacramento. I was keen to see the murals that pop up everywhere throughout the city, so I headed towards the Capitol State Building & we only saw the Capitol State Building! We were running late, so we didn’t stop.
Instead we took a detour into a town called Davis, which allegedly had a good drinking scene, according to our ‘Where to Get F**ked Up’ guidebook. Davis has a big student population from the local university, which is no doubt how it attracted it’s reputation. We were running late, so we didn’t stop.
We continued on Highway 80 & found a good old Walmart & somehow managed to spend $39 on some essentials required for the next day & a half. We had lunch in the car park & then refuelled.
Next stop was the Jelly Belly Jelly Bean factory, open for free tours & an opportunity to buy ‘jelly beans’. We decided to embark on the free tours, but started to regret it when we told we had to where some weird jelly belly sailor paper hat. Still, we thought ‘Luckily no-one will see us wearing them’ so we continued with the tour.
The tour started off with us being given some peach flavoured Jelly Beans. We had to endure a short video, the only thing of which I took from it was that Ronald Reagan was a Jelly Belly Jelly Bean addict. We had a series of sniff tests, a video game & views of the jelly bean production on the factory floor. At the end, I took my eyes of Jackie for just a minute & she had a bag brimming with you know what.
Now it was rush hour & traffic was streaming out of San Francisco. From Highway 80 we took Route 37, then picked up Route 101. This took us right down to the Golden Gate Bridge which we crossed heading from North to South & cost us the princely sum of $6.50. As soon as we had reached the southern end we took a sharp right & drove to Fort Point which is pretty much under the Bridge. We took a few snaps & had to put our coats on. The temperature had seriously plummeted, due mainly to the winds blowing in from the Pacific. From this vantage point it was interesting to see how strong the current was.
We then drove back over the Golden Gate Bridge to Vista Point & onto Golden Gate View Point for more photos. There was one final viewpoint, but we (Jackie) was Golden Gate Bridge’d out, so we headed to Marin RV park for our final 2 nights in the RV.
FITBIT = 10,872 steps / 5.05 miles.
Song of the Day- Folsom Prison Blues (Live at Folsom State Prison) by Johnny Cash.
Bonus Songs of the Day :-
Hangtown by Mulholland
Bicycle Race by Queen
Greystone Chapel (Live at Folsom State Prison) by Johnny Cash
Did You Mean Jelly Bean by Sonny Tucker and the TornadosRead more

Simon and Jackie AnnalsI’m sure. I thought of you when we found out that it was the Amgen Tour. Jackie’s highlights were the cowboys & jelly beans!!
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- Day 24
- Wednesday, May 15, 2019 at 12:58 AM
- ⛅ 13 °C
- Altitude: 10 m
United StatesWood Island37°56’29” N 122°30’50” W
Day 23 - The Streets of San Francisco

Someone should have reminded me that San Francisco is a massive city & very very hilly.
After spending $39 on food for our next 2 breakfasts yesterday, Jackie decided she didn’t have time to have any before we left for the day. We walked 15 minutes to the Larkspur Ferry to take us on a 35 minute ferry ride to the Port of San Francisco.
Although cloudy, it was fairly warm & the ferry took us past San Quentin State Prison, Angel Island State Park, Alcatraz Island & then into the Port of San Francisco at Ferry Building. A very pleasant morning commute into the city, but it should have been at $24 each for a return ticket!
After disembarking, I was puzzled by the statue of Ghandi, then we took a stroll through the Ferry Building that was full of classy eateries & stalls. With a little difficulty we located & took the Muni Metro out to Church Street to begin my tour of Upper & Lower Haight. The Haight locality is famous for Painted Ladies & as a rock ‘n’ roll hangout in the 60’s & 70’s. My route was showing as 9 miles, but that had to be wrong...surely!!
At Church Street station we got out, got our bearings & headed to my 1st stop - The Tornado Pub, supposedly a lively bar at night, unfortunately not so in the day. The only thing of note was a nutter woman was walking up & down outside effing & blinding. We moved on quickly to my next stop, Charles Manson’s House. I followed my guide, but none of the houses looked anything like it. A quick google & I discovered it was about a mile away. This was not going well!!
Next stop was the Painted Ladies at 710 - 720, Steiner Street. To get to them we had to cross Alamo Square, which was a steep hilled park with a dog play area in the middle & public toilets. I thought I’d use the gents, but opened the door to find it was crammed with youngsters & looked like there was some robbery or drug deal going down. I’d wait.
The park stank of cannabis & we joined hordes of others taking photos of the Painted Ladies from the best vantage point in the park. I was slightly disappointed, because they were currently painted in very pale hues.
Next we marched to Janis Joplin’s 2nd home at 112, Lyon Street that she moved into after she shot to fame following her success at the Monterey Pop Festival. Quick photo, then we passed Buena Vista Park, which was crawling with ageing homeless druggies with dogs. Several had top hats & clearly tried to model themselves on ‘Slash’ from Guns ‘n’ Roses. I did contemplate taking a photo, but there was a slightly menacing atmosphere.
We hurried on to the Patty Hearst hideout at 1235, Masonic Avenue for a photo. This address was where she hid out, whilst wanted by the Police for a bank robbery after originally being kidnapped by the Symbionese Liberation Army.
Next was the Sid Vicious Party House at 32, Delmar Street, where in 1978 he took an overdose at a party following a Sex Pistols gig at the Winterland Ballroom. A woman in a car was viewing us with suspicion, so we didn’t hang around.
Just round the corner was the Grateful Dead House, occupied by the band in 1967 at 710, Ashbury Street & immediately opposite in 719, Ashbury Street, was the Hell’s Angels House, the home of the motorcycle gang, the Grateful Dead employed to be their protection.
Next was finally the. Charles Manson Home at 363, Cole Street, where Manson lived with his family at the time he was recruiting members to his cult. Note : he had moved to Southern California by the time his cult went on their infamous ‘Helter-Skelter’ killing spree. Manson later claimed the Beatles subliminal song ‘Helter-Skelter’ inspired them to kill.
As one might expect from the characters that have lived here, Upper & Lower Haight felt edgy. There were dodgy characters at every turn & Jackie was keen to call it a day in this suburb, so I cut short my tour & headed for one final place. It was the Jefferson Airplane House at 2400, Fulton Street which also doubled as a recording studio. (My song of the day could be one of many!).
With my tour now complete we planned to visit the Cable Car Museum, just 3 something miles away. I had now pushed my luck, so we plotted the best route to get there. We sussed it, by taking a 1/2 mile walk downhill we could catch a bus that would take us to just yards from the Museum.
Another smug moment when we sat down on the bus, but not so smug when we got off 0.7miles too prematurely. It wouldn’t have been so bad if we hadn’t already walked miles & the 0.7miles were virtually all uphill. Our patience was tested as we both looked to blame the other for this balls up.
Perspiring profusely we finally arrived at the Cable Car Museum. It was fascinating, revealing the actual workings of the cable car system, the only one of its kind in the world. An engineers paradise!
The Museum included lots of exhibits & photos particularly of the events during the 1906 earthquake. If I recall correctly the earthquake was over 1400 times more powerful than the atom bomb at Hiroshima. Somehow we ended up leaving with a snow globe.
Next must do stop was Lombard Street that we didn’t see on our previous visit. I worked it out on the map, just another 0.8 miles. Not too bad, but when we got there we found up ourselves at the foot of one very very steep road. In the distance at the top was ‘The Crookedest Street in the World’ & in between were hundreds of tourists all trying to take that perfect selfie & dodge the tourists cars weaving down the road.
This was the point where tempers got slightly frayed. Jackie wasn’t that bothered to scale the road to the bushy bit of Lombard Street, but I was adamant I was going up regardlessly. Jackie stormed off up the hill, leaving me lumbering up behind. The selfie was a bit strained to say the least.
Lombard Street ticked, it was now on to my final destinations, unfortunately it was all the way back we had come. That went down well!! Through ChinaTown, the Italian Quarter & we arrived at the famous City Lights Bookstore & Publishers. It came to prominence following the obscenity trial of Lawrence Ferlinghetti for publishing Allen Ginsberg's influential collection Howl and Other Poems (City Lights, 1956). It is a beautiful bookshop & I purchased a 60th Anniversary Edition ‘City Lights Pocket Poets Anthology’ Edited by Lawrence Ferlinghetti.
After we passed The Beat Museum, I popped my head in the door, but by now we were done in. We walked back to the Ferry Building looking for somewhere maybe to stop for refreshments, but nothing took our fancy. Instead we jumped back on the Larkspur Ferry & headed home with all the commuters.
At Larkspur, we rested our weary limbs & ordered a couple of beers. Jackie had buffalo wings & mac ‘n’ cheese. Finally it was back to the RV, Jackie packed her rucksack & I typed up my Blog.
FITBIT = 25, 863 steps / 12.01 miles!!!! And that was mainly up & downhill.
Song of the Day - Helter Skelter by The Beatles.
Bonus Songs of the Day :-
San Quentin - Live at San Quentin State Prison by Johnny Cash
Piece of my Heart by Janis Joplin
My Way by Sid Vicious
Friend of the Devil by The Grateful Dead
White Rabbit by Jefferson AirplaneRead more

TravelerThose “rockstar” houses and Charles Manson’s house must be worth a few million, I wonder who lives in them now? Needless to say, the cable car museum was Chris’s favourite place! x

Simon and Jackie AnnalsThey are all private dwellings now, but I’m sure worth a fortune, even if you could easily get mugged the moment you step out your door. Don’t tell Chris, but we’ve got him a little souvenir from them his favourite museum!
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- Day 24
- Wednesday, May 15, 2019 at 7:27 PM
- ⛅ 18 °C
- Altitude: 592 m
United StatesMariposa Town Historic District37°29’12” N 119°57’59” W
Day 24 - (I Left my RV) in San Francisco

Woke up at 6.00am for the next chapter of our travels.
We showered, breakfasted, then I packed my rucksack. Next we set about cleaning the RV from top to bottom & chucking away gallons of salad dressing, cereal, cheese, milk, bread etc etc. The final job was to deal with poop pipe, which I bravely did on my own.
It was going smoothly, albeit our neighbour offered me some ‘really’ useful advice about securing the pipe into the hole. Bit late now! I then turned on the tap to wash the pipe, but I had underestimated the power of the water pressure & suddenly my water hose was spraying water everywhere like an angry cobra, including at my neighbours caravan. Thank god he was on the other side. By the time, I had wrestled the water pipe into submission, I was saturated. Things were not going as planned.
At 09.15am, we set out on our final drive in the RV. It was an hour & a half of purgatory, driving on Highway 580 in the the rain in a slow moving procession of vehicles. Anyway at 10.50am, we arrived at our final destination, the CruiseAmerica base in Newark, San Francisco.
We arrived with a spotless RV & I noted that we had driven exactly 3,700 miles. We were dressed smartly & we handed our paperwork to the the check-in guy. He gave the van the once over & said it was absolutely fine. We even pointed out the broken plastic caused by Jackie’s head & he said it didn’t matter. We went into the office, signed off with them & received our $500 deposit in full. No mention of the little dink we had back in St. Louis. We are yet to hear thing about it, hopefully he was lost the bit of paper with our details!!
First mission complete. Now to get a car rental. We decided Oakland International Airport some 20 miles away was probably our best bet. I spoke with the taxi drivers at CruiseAmerica & the quoted me $60 to the airport or $25 to the local railway station. Good old Uber got us a taxi 4 minutes later for just $31.
The Uber taxi driver was Fijian and liked the Royal Family. He told us all about Prince Harry’s recent visit & whilst driving showed us on his phone photos of his friend in the British Army. We chatted along with him & persuaded him to drop us off at the Enterprise Car Rental office (it does 5% discount for Blue Light Card holders).
When we entered the office it was chaos, so we let people go ahead of us until it was quieter. I explained our situation to him that I was looking to hire a car for a 60 day road trip across America to New York. Julian the manager started to look up what it would cost & showed us the ridiculous price of over $6,000. It was a fixed price & as we knew one way drop offs cost a fortune. He didn’t have any relocations. This was not going well, so we told him to serve another customer.
In the meantime we spoke to his dappy colleague, who was interested in our intended trip. She mentioned that it might be worth going halfway & hiring a car for 30 days then hiring another. She mentioned this to Julian, who looked on his computer & asked where we would want to drop off a car in 30 days. How could I say where we were, probably somewhere in Texas. I think Julian was having a bad day, because he just gave up & said “You can have a car for 30 day for $1,000 & I don’t care where you drop it off”. I queried this & he said “Yes, just give them my name”.
A customer who had come in & was listening piped “Wow that’s a good deal, it’s showing as $1,400 without the one-way fee”. She was married to an Englishman & was interested in our travels. I took Julian’s business card as insurance, in fact we not sure how insured we are as we turned down all of theirs. Anyway, as a result of our negotiations, we became the proud owners of a royal blue Nissan Sentra, not quite what Jackie had in mind. Still it was a bargain!
Then in the drizzle, we followed the tail-lights out of the city, moving in a river of red, along Highway 580 & stopping in so we non-descript place for a McDonalds & to take stock. We felt like vagabonds with no place to go, so we got on Booking.com & sorted ourselves out with 2 nights in a motel in Mariposa.
The journey through Manteca, Modesta & Merced was dull & tedious, traffic jam followed by traffic jam. Eventually we turned off towards Yosemite National Park & Mariposa, where there road weaved through rolling wheat fields. Conscious of the insurance situation we were lucky enough to get a Highway Patrolman to follow us all the way into Mariposa.
Mariposa turns out to be a lovely little old fashioned town with a high street full of bars & restaurants. We checked into the Americas Best Value Inn Mariposa Lodge, our home for the next 2 nights. We immediately popped down to the local off-licence & purchased a drop of wine & beer, plus pork scratchings & dill pickle crisps. Outside there were a couple of hillbillies that were filthy, totally out it on some spice like drug. Not a good advert, but they seemed harmless enough.
Returning we sat on out veranda & got talking to bikers, Doug & Russ. We spent over an hour chatting about places we should visit & routes we should take. They had just come out of Yosemite NP & were able to give us advice on what to visit, current weather conditions etc. Whilst sat there a bright red hummingbird hovered just in front of us. It was a lovely end to the day.
FITBIT = 8,881 steps / 4.12 miles.
Song of the Day - Vagabonds by New Model ArmyRead more
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- Day 25
- Thursday, May 16, 2019 at 11:19 PM
- 🌧 7 °C
- Altitude: 595 m
United StatesMariposa Town Historic District37°29’12” N 119°58’1” W
Day 25 - Never Underestimate The Planet

Woke up early feeling more than a bit excited about what the day had in store for us. I was aware that we had had heavy rainfall over night & the peaks of Yosemite had received a large dump of snowfall.
We got ourselves ready & walked a few doors down to an old fashioned American Diner called the Sugar Pine Cafe. We sat down in a booth & ordered our breakfast. I ordered scrambled eggs with bacon & sausage, English muffins & cheese grits. Jackie ordered French Toast, eggs & sausage patty. This was washed down with unlimited coffee.
Having placed our order we then realised that our biking buddies, Doug & Russ, were sat at the counter with their breakfast. We gave them a wave. Our breakfast arrived & was delicious. Cheese grits are a bit of an acquired taste, basically macaroni cheese, but polenta instead of macaroni. It came in a bowl as a stodge.
By the time we had finished, customers were queuing outside to get in. Jackie counted out her shekels & went to the till to pay or bill of over $30. The waitress informed her that our cheque had been taken care of......by Doug & Russ. We were blown away by their kindness & went over to thank & say goodbye to them.
We went back to our Lodge & got ourselves ready for the day. We headed north on California 140 (scenic route) & by god was it. The sun was out & we followed the Merced River through Stanislaus National Forest, El Portal & to the entrance to Yosemite National Park, where my Pass was accepted through the Fast track lane.
As we followed the road towards Tunnel View & Valley View, the scenery was spellbinding. We kept stopping for a photo only to realise that the next stop was an even better view. Our 1st stop & walk was to the foot of Bridalveil Falls. The trail was just 0.4 miles, but it was so worth it. I wasn’t really prepared, protective clothing wise & got soaked. It is at this time of year that the waterfalls are at their most powerful & the spray is unavoidable.
Drenched, we returned to the car & meandered on, repeatedly stopping for photos of the amazing granite monoliths of El Capitan, Leaning Tower, Cathedral Spires, Three Brothers, Glacier Point, Half Dome, Sentinel Dome, Taft Point etc etc. Eventually we arrived at Yosemite Village Visitor Center.
We visited the Visitor Center, Museum & Ansel Adams Gallery, then headed to the Lower Yosemite Falls Trail for more sodden selfies. We then returned to an information tent, where I had it confirmed what I already suspected, Tioga Road & Glacier Point were still closed due to snow. Sadly these are some of the Yosemite highlights (a good excuse to come back another time).
I enquired as to what they suggested for a couple of mile hike & it they suggested either the Mist Trail to Vernal Fall or the flat easy trail to Mirror Lake & requested we use the shuttle bus. Jackie chose the Mirror Lake Trail, so we located the Free Shuttle Bus to stop 17 (Mirror Lake). On the bus, there was an excited buzz that bears had been seen between in the vicinity of where we were going.
It was approximately 1 mile there & 1 mile back. We set off at a hot pace on the on the wooded path route as opposed to the road. Unfortunately the heavens suddenly opened & we were drenched. We waded through the puddles & up & down the slippery path until we arrived at Mirror Lake (or pond as it should be called).
Unfortunately, Mirror Lake was more like ‘Shattered Mirror Lake’. The pounding rain was preventing the water provide a reflection. We bravely posed for photo & I took a reciprocal photo. I then enquired whether it was worth continuing around the lake or whether it was best to go back the way we had come.
The couple I asked mentioned that the route required some scrambling up rocks, I turned to inform Jackie, only to discover that she was doing her impression of a Sussex Veteran walking champion suffering for a severe bout of earwax. I had no choice, but to chase her back down the trail to the bus stop .
We were saturated & had to squeeze ourselves on to the bus back to our car. Jackie had now decided that she was not going on any further trails today. She was happy to see Yosemite from the car. I started to head out of the park & stopped for photos of more amazing views.
The most notable was El Capitan, where other visitors pointed out a tiny speck that was an orange tent / bed thing suspended over 3/4s of the way up the sheer rock face. The thought of being in that made my bum go funny!
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By now the sun was back out, but Jackie had had enough of getting wet. We started to drive out of the Park but I decided to take an alternative scenic route California 120 northbound to get back to our Lodge. Almost immediately the road started rising sharply & signs were flashing ‘ Be Sure to have Chains with you’. Surely it couldn’t be that bad!!
Soon our ‘Scenic Route’ was in mist with slush on the roads & our car dashboard display started flashing an alarm that it was freezing conditions. Bizarrely the USB power stopped, we had no WiFi or phone service & it started to snow quite heavily.
I pigheadedly ploughed on, quite literally, but eventually we started to head downhill & out of the National Park. The journey continued through heavy rain & cloud. My alternative scenic route had taken us on a journey about 100 miles out of our way. & we got back to our Lodge in Mariposa about an hour and a half after we should’ve done. Basically, I f**ked up, but I’m not admitting that to Jackie.
When we arrived back at our Lodge just after 1815 hrs, we got sorted & ended up in the local pizza house. We shared a 12” pizza & a pitcher of beer, which caused a few head to turn. We bought a box of wine & retired to our room.
FITBIT = 20,683 steps / 9.6 miles.
Song of the Day - Breakfast In America by Supertramp.
Bonus Song of the Day :-
Waterfall by The Stone RosesRead more